Subway Stop

Written by: juanita smalls

A warm summer's night
Waiting on the train
Missed one by a minute
As we wait for another to come again.

Small talk conversations
Keeps things going along
Too much silence makes things
Seem uneasy like something's wrong.

The crowd begins to grow
Even though we started out as few
The light flashes for the train
We all stand on cue.

The train is somewhat full
Standing is by preference only
Offering some one to sit with you
Keeps things from being too lonely.

My reflection rides with me
In the dark and tinted glass
One last stop 'til I get off
So I can go home alas!