The baby cries and howls on the stopped train.
Until then it was almost cosy sitting here on the local,
Appreciating the autumn light on the tracks,
Listening to a podcast about Louis McNiece (1907-1963).
Uncrowded seats of mostly elderly men,
Calmly, in Panama hats and baseball caps,
Listening to the grammatically elaborate apologies of the conductor
For the inexcusable inconvenience caused to us
By that person who jumped.
9 Sept 2013, between Ibaraki and Takatsuki