Underground Map

Down the steps
Clutching the railing
I will shortly wash these hands of mine
Take away the stench of the city
Cleanse the skin of microscopic dots
Slide across the tiled floor
On my way away from this station
Under the ground for a brief time
To emerge again on the other side

As I was, every bit the same
A cosy local peak on the graph
A learned man, a consistent act
Like clockwork quiet and shy
I've not found a better plan

A grizzled man in a brown suit and hat
Cross-legged, sitting on a bench
The frosty morning air around the forlorn station
The sleepy diner on the corner lagged itself across the night
And on to the morning
Through tepid cups of coffee and bread flimsily wrapped in plastic

Oh how early it is still
All goes slowly in the morning



Credits
Writer(s): Will Wasem
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