PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I don't know you, the white hair blue eyes long chin gray suit that boarded the car at Finchley Road. We do not connect at any point but Baker Street, where we step out the same side door and climb the stairs on the left to the Hammersmith & City line. I have music jammed firmly in my ears and you have your nose jammed firmly in the business section. You do not know when you take the seat next to me that I am successful, creative, and lonely, too, and I, too, know the smell of the outbound tunnel at King's Cross, and the graffiti mustache on the mural at Piccadilly, and that the last train out is never quiet. We are both together on the long thread woven from point 8 o'clock to point 3 and we'll never know us but today, today, today we have our lives on a string of lights and we're side by side and we have a single series of moments shared between then and "Now approaching...King's Cross." No, no, you'll never know me, the hole-in-the-jeans old t-shirt brown hair in the next seat but we share a single thread, and we are, so much, the same.