On the train

I Am on the train

Headed for San Francisco

From the suburbs

Takes 45 minutes

I'm on the second, or third car

It is all but empty

Three people to the far end

And as we get closer,

The more stops we take

The more the people

Will fill the car seats-

I am all dressed up

With nail polish and all

With lipstick, with eyeliner

A Black dress over a slip,

Black stokings

I'm wearing my best shoes

And Iv'e bought new glasses

Wearing a light suit coat

Brought my suitcase,

A bag,

My computer,

And jornal books, with books to read as well

Headed for San Francisco

On a train

From the suburbs

To visit a certain somebody

For 45 min I sit

And watch people get on,

Hear it get louder

Wait for my stop

You can imagine

All the people

The different people

Going in and out

I sit in the last seat

And see all

What ever seat is mine

Empty from my departure

5 stops ago

It get's so congested now

No one can get through the door

On my way to San Francisco

From the suburbs

A 45 minute Bart ride

South under the bay

Where everyone inbetween lurks

Through the doorways

Of a train car