The Station Poem by Philip Carter

I'm sitting in the station
Not waiting for a train
It is a bit chilly here
While outside there is rain
A couple kiss a hello kiss
Or could it be goodbye
I think the former it must be
As neither of them cry
Voices drift into my ears
The words I can't make out
And then the tannoy comes to life
It sounds just like a shout
'Will passengers for so & so
Please go to platform 2'
'And please remember everyone
To keep your bags with you'
The tannoy now goes quiet
And quieter sounds are heard
From up above you can hear
The singing of a bird
Faces look towards the screens
To see where their trains are
Some of which will take them home
Or to holidays afar
As for me, I sit and watch
The world goes past my gaze
A pint of ale, a bag of nuts
I could be in a daze
But now it's time to leave the bar
And join the hectic crowd
The voices that were muffled once
Now seem so very loud
And now I walk the same old walk
To catch my homeward train
Then come tomorrow I will do
The same routine again.