Standing inside the chamber of the train station
Furr coat and resplendant
Early afternoon it was
At her left the cleaner with his wide broom
Long dreadlocks working class swagger
Taken by her elegance
uttered sweet words under his breath
She pretends to ignore
Let it all pass but its been such a long time
Since she heard such things from a man
New passengers exited the train
walking up the steps toward them
She took her things and descended
Her perfume and person grinding friction
against the dull eyed commuters
train doors close and dreadlocked cleaner looks from afar
In his mind treating the train itself as thief
As it moved off slowly
That rich woman he would never even have a chance with
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