Waiting Room
Missed my connection,
sitting and waiting.
Staring at the confectionary machine
with hungry eyes.
The waiting room is sterile white,
like a hospital; triage for the commuters.
A place out of the rain,
but No Smoking!
The wait is like eternity;
surrounded by unfriendly eyes.
Backs turned, arms crossed,
no camaraderie here.
We are not brought together,
not here by choice.
Waiting here in triage;
travel weary veterans
And as we remain, one leaves.
Animate now her phone has rang,
smiling and chatting while we
just wait.
