Waiting for You at the T-Stop

Monday afternoon commuter musings, part one.

I'm waiting for your train to come in.

 

A boy

Gets out of a car and he

Gallops across the parking lot toward the platform.

He looks at the cell phone in his hands,

Waiting for it to ring?

And I can see he is excited to meet someone.

 

I know nothing of this boy and his cell phone and

The person he is meeting;

He knows nothing of me and mine

And you;

We are here in this parking lot,

Just a few feet apart;

I can see him through the glass and

He is looking at the empty rails.

And the train we are waiting for goes in two directions

With a lot of stops along the way.

 

It's a wonder anyone makes their connection.