a pointless day
emphasized by a
very
long wait
for a tram
people swarm around me
hopping on the next one
so they can get halfway
up the street
and out of the rain
but i’m waiting
for the preston-bound one
which is nowhere
in sight
eventually
once i am on it
we leave the city
a happy fellow
hops on
asking the wesley kids
if they’re inspectors
he babbles on
eventually some other guy
trying to concentrate on
his ticket purchase
tells him to shut the fuck up
he can’t hear himself think
then he sits opposite me
complaining to his wife
about the guy who wouldn’t
shut up