Inspiration in transport

This was inspired by the camaraderie and the banter I witnessed in the local train...

The rhythm of women's chatter,

the rhyme of the train's wheels.

The long dark waves being caressed and combed,

chatter exchanged, meals planned and peas scattered.

The laughter, the joy, the friendship, the 8.50 local.

She misses this. The warm, echoing joy

Her baubles shine and sparkle, but hold no value.

She sits on leather seats, wrapped in the warmth of her memories,

driving to the music of silence.