An elderly woman rustling her crisps
A young boy playing on his phone
An old man with a laptop
A chinaman playing with his drone
Warm inside the hub
A mother giving her baby's head a rub
Water trickling outside
The tracks appear tired
Tick tock
A mother's baby calmer with each rock
A deceiving digital clock
Clouds ahead
Come seeping dread
Typical
The train is late
Families cuddle and wait
One train flies by
Every screeching track
Another person dies
Morbid stastistics
Human politics
Every human man and wife child and grandma
Huddling in a hub
Waiting to roast their toes in a bubble filled tub
Escaping from the cold
In search of comfort to hold
Rub a dub dub
Another man walks in with one arm and a stub
Shivering children watch in awe
Unsure
Still yearning for warmth
Still asking for more
The adults show slight sorrow
Worry they needn't swallow
Each person the same tedious wait
The train stuck in fate
Each person stuck at the same gate
Do not pass
Do not enter
Here we are stuck near an abused abandoned community centre
Oh the irony in most things we see
The old man with his laptop tapping away at his bony knee
Glorification of stereotypes in front of our eyes
Comical justification if your humour is a little dry
People with
Different destinations
Different proscrastinations
But inside the hub this doesn't matter
Neither does the wind or window clatter
Each person shares a story
Each person shares a laugh
Each person shares a tear
Some fear their last
Each person leaves a mark
The train has come and the hub grows dark
Forgotten but still
Forever masked by time
Each person living and flitting by
Doors flinging open at last
An ice induced blast
An elderly woman binning her crisps
A young boy sheltering his phone
An old man packing up his laptop
A chinaman manoeuvring his drone
Cold inside the hub
A baby throws up and her blanket needs a scrub
Rub a dub dub
Some of us may not have a tub
A dolled up woman grips a pole
As we clamber into the carriage
A crisp white line across her finger exposes a lost marriage
The families stay together pattering
In groups across the floor
We watch the closing door
The train is departing
The journey has started
Goodbye to the hub
Each person drifts and goes their own way
We all shared a wait today
While the sun was smothered in grey
We needn't say
Another passing moment we leave and let lay