Tube TrafficA Poem by D S RollinsExperience on the London transport..I sit down on the crammed tube
Feeling like a tuna fish
The echoing of their coughs
My neck feels like an ice cube
I stare at the yellow poles
Knowing the deposits of people's coughs and germs
are smeared all over
Great, my face in someone's mole
The tube doors open,
I'm free from the entrapment of my body
They flood out like a raging waterfall
I can hear that guys nose is really snotty
The tube doors slam shut
A gentleman in a suit runs for it
Gets his briefcase stuck
And yells, 'Mother f***ing git!'
What a typical Brit.
Rows and rows of people,
Are a lined in the blue patterned chairs
I look at one of them, and wow what a stare.
A woman with long brown hair is dozing
Bobbing up and down
I can't help but giggle
I see a man next to her frown.
My stop is approaching,
I take one quick look at the tube map
The last thing I hear is:
'Please mind the gap' © 2011 D S RollinsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 10, 2011 Last Updated on January 10, 2011 Tags: transport, London, life, people, experiences AuthorD S RollinsLondon, United KingdomAboutI am a writer. My heart and soul are in the words I write down. I've had this issue where I can never express myself fully in words, I write to express what my mouth cannot. It's freedom. I l.. more..Writing
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