Monday Morning

Starting out at six, the streets are filled with early morning quiet.
The sky is grey, the walls are grey and
the commuters wear grey suits and grey socks and off-grey shoes.

Why do they stare so intensely?

Eyes fixed straight ahead.
Descending down the steps, past overflowing bins
and red shiny cars locked away behind grey metal bars.

Rain pounds against the pavement.

Falling into place, we walk single file,
to the train station.
Cappuccino to go please.