Awake.
Coffee's brewing somewhere. All over.
Everywhere.
Dancing leaves.
Power walking streets too wet to push.
Metal gear shifting on tracks.
Speaking doors, open.
Sustain buzzing of the AC.
My battery's on its last leg.
Morning faces. Droopy, unpleased faces.
Greyer skies with layers of clay blue.
Wandering thoughts mixed with memories and "should haves".
My radio died.
Piss stenced hallways.
Unfortunate poverty right beside them.
Walks by; a handsome man.
'Ooo, what I would do to--'
I'm late for my train.
Swift legs.
Quick dash through people traffic and arrive at a place I dread most mornings.
this is my commute to my living.
