He Lost It At The Train Station Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He lost it at the train station
He erupted into movement like a startled bird
His language was angry and thrown like bricks against the glass windows of passive train station employees

He was heavyset, sweaty, middle-aged
In nondescript buy one, get one free short-sleeved button up shirt
Pent-up frustrations and grown up disappointment adorned his person

For a train station tantrum by one who imagines himself as the only man alive
No it's not fair, It never has been and it never will be
He turned inside out and his under person threw vitriol darts at passive train station employees

He lost it at the train station
He jumped and howled and pounded a fist against an open palm
I never found out the exact nature of his complaint