Man on train

Inspired by a man on a train…

 

Shiny suit, collar brown,

Sleeves rolled up, looking down,

Case on lap, notes on top –

Meeting notes, perhaps.  He mops

His brow, and writes in blood red ink

Pauses, and reads, and has a think.

Adjusts his tie and uses phone

 

‘What time is dinner?  I’ll be home

Quite soon, provided that the train

Remains on time, despite the strain

Of passengers and damaged lines…’

 

And days like now, when the sun shines

Which makes me hot, and what I want

Despite my study of small font

On paper, on my case, today

Is to throw the bloody lot away

And jump off this God-awful train

Which takes me up to hell again

Tomorrow, and the next day, too

Because, you see, it’s what I do

I catch the o six forty five

Which is scheduled to arrive

At eight fifteen, just in time

To catch the tube, the district line

 

And in the office, paper chase

Admin, meetings, it’s a race

Against the clock, to get it done

What is it, though, that makes us run

This fast, and dress in funny suits?

Laptops, mobiles, we fill our boots

With crap, and walk a mile alone

Achieving nothing, dragging stone

Leaving patterns here and there

Leaving chaos everywhere

 

No-one knows quite what it’s for,

The endless journeys, door to door

Decisions which mean nothing much

Action plans which do not touch

The lives of people on this train,

Their problems, questions and their pain

For now, though, I will mark with pen

The pages on my lap, again

Small font, tired eyes and aching head

Home, dinner, telly, then to bed.

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