The Commute Muse

My Afflatus,

This is my dulcet habitat,

The bloke in the corner scribbling,

Putting ravings and ramblings to paper,

Writing as the landscape runs past,

Ogling at the Creatures of Habit,

Same station, platform, carriage, seat,

The transition, the captivating momentum,

The blurry elements scrolling, whizzing,

On forwards, they beckon,

To home, to else,

Doors open, doors close,

Sometimes delay, sometimes diversions, sometimes get the next one,

Some thought, some lost,

In clear mind, in haze,

In tiredness, in energy,

In dusk, in dawn, in night, in morn,

In music, in silence,

Through the howls, the clangs,

The screeches and the roars,

The swinging creaks, the dullest bounces, the acoustic ramps,

Through the awkward bangs,

They come to me