Aisle On A Train

Poem By Will Boyce

Up and down the train aisle
I'm feeling hussled by the evening crowd.

Trapped somewhere
I don't want to be

on a train.

Moving in a direction I don't want to move
Taking me to somewhere I don't want to go

Finally I find a seat
I'm going home

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