Charlie Brown Graffiti May I invite you to this poem?
I stand on a platform
Scented with urine and steam
Waiting for my train
My day, not the greatest
My energy depleted
Like a shadow
I seek a crevice to hide
Staring at the tracks
I see a rat's balancing act
On the third rail
They say this city never sleeps
Sleep is what I want
More than even a graffiti scarred train
But a warbled announcement
Perhaps from Charlie brown's teacher
Tells me neither will come soon
My train will be late
Sleep will rest a bit longer
My rat circus makes a curtain call
As I stand on a platform
Scented with urine and steam
Done well, the feelings exude from the words. My daughter often encounters the same on the rails of Chicago.