Station Platform

a pinch of salt in the airgritty faces stare down their tracks looking for something to whisk them on their way

doves settle on the sewage works Waiting for the warmer climbs to return and those on the platform long for them and for the jubilee line's revival yearn

changing times and changing lines so often effected by the strength of the will against that of the pound and the need to rage against the machine

mr evening standard shows no sign of The Times yet his decline lies deeper than his pockets or the lines around his eyes

crows feet pitter patter in puddles on the platform equaling their knowing discordant song they truly see what's going on

for changing times and changing lines are all so often another sign that we are buying the lie

the people on the platform look back down the lines and track the fact that they no longer search for what's to come but long for what's dear, but long gone