Bag in Tow
Knuckle white dead pan eyes with
legs spread
With bag in tow taken up two seats
The pleading look of irritation on
the standing
That quiet simmering whispery
rage.
Their guarding that bag like it
contains the crown jewels
Then like a classical hero, the
awkward gets on the ride
Like a bullet makes straight for
you
Clinging on to the bag harder,
spreading the legs wider
They hear the dreaded sound “budge
up love”
Seated one with bag in tow their
turn, for the simmering muttering whisper.
My stop I smile smugly, at the
seated one with bag in tow
Looking at the others standing,
with a knowing look
Leaving the train and the battle
of seat
Until it all starts again on
another day
©Martin
Hickman, February 2014
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