it was cold and quiet

this morning when I showed

up with the directions written

and re-written

by a friend who also wrote

on a note hidden inside my bag.

there’s something about

an empty train

in an empty train station,

or so my camera tried to tell you.

still and quiet

cold and London-y.

bleak but fitting.

as I’ve never left a 6am London

when it’s warm.

the light was illuminated

and was pushed

as the sign said

‘push when illuminated’

and the few of us

climbed in.

just a few,

a few of us.

on our cold and grumpy car

this blue wheeze of early-morning

groan.

some would sleep

and others would act like they were

I guess no one wants to talk about much

when you’re on this time

in this place.

and all I want

is for these lights above me

to go out.

to leave

to un-illuminate above me.

*poof*

or whatever sound it would make.

out.

so I can see what’s passing.

what’s running from that man’s head

past my green bag.

I’m sure it’s interesting,

intriguing.

or

so I would try to tell you

I know it’s something

that I haven’t seen before.

but

I can’t make it out properly

because of these lights.

I sure wish someone would

dim them a little

so I could see what’s coming quick.

leaving quick.

*whoosh*

or whatever sound it would make.

but they’ll probably stay on.

even though they’re too bright

too neon

and keep you from seeing

out there.

because some people,

some people,

need them.