The Subway Station

Surrounded by the darkness and damp air
as I sit and stare.
Waiting for passing lights
watching  the people go by.

Sipping my hot coffee
smoking a cigarette.
Wondering about the lives
as I step out of mine.

Sitting on the hard concrete.
Silently waiting for the next train.
Remembering the homeless person on the street
wondering if he can laugh in the rain.

Here come more lights
more faces
businessmen in suits.
Lovers going places
childrens' hearts racing
families going home together.

Darkness returns.
Silence followed by the wind.
Listening for the slightest sound
no signs of life are around.

Finishing my last sip of coffee
seeing dawn peek out.
Time to go back to my void
I take one last look around.