A Working Day

The working day It was dark I had been to a place I should not have been, when I saw a river of men coming out of the subway filling the street with silence and decorum. Daylight came, neon light shivered and died this was not a time for frivolities and false promises. at the end of the day, it was like watching a movie running backwards, the river returned filling trains with packed politeness. They are going home to the mysterious suburbia and the stress of family life in small rooms. Some, however, take a later train go to bars drink beer and sing Karaoke and for a few hours Forget about the drudgery of tomorrow’s office hours A tiny screw in the wheel of commerce.