Summer came into the city
Like a train into a humid station.
Stepping down from carriage 7B,
Tom’s boot went into a puddle
And the water splashed gently outwards.
A relief to climb out of that underground station onto the early morning streets.
A homeless man who had slept the night outside the main entrance
Had wet himself. Piss ran across the pavement
And people rolled their luggage through it.
Tom stood a moment and watched the man sleep so gently
On a street where buses were running past him with a deep roar.
The street stretched down a steep hill into a canyon of buildings.
The city was so silver in the morning light.
A clock marked out that it was six and the people who were around him
Faded about like electricity.
Tom went to dinner with Megan.
They had met on the internet.
Tom spoke to her about his life in his hometown
And she spoke about her job and movies she liked.
She took him home and was his friend for the night.
In the morning, as she dressed for work
Slipping her thin body into a business suit.
He offered to take her for a coffee
And then he followed her to the office.
As she swiped her access card,
she turned and looked at him one last time.
Her eyes said she was a friend no more.
Tom turned and looked at the city
Again at six o’clock in the morning, he gripped his bag tighter.
The city didn’t look as clean as it did yesterday.
Reblogged this on boofey2010.