The Commute

The morning commute begins at dawn.
I down my coffee and stumble out the door.
Stuck in traffic, I see the station.
And watch as the Red Line passes me by.

On the platform I stand and wait.
Waiting for the coffee to kick in.
An old man reads a timetable.
As a young man fiddles with his phone.

“How was your weekend?” asks some guy.
“Same old, same old,” a woman replies.
I put on my headphones and tune it all out
As the train pulls up and into the station.

The next train screeches to a stop.
We scramble aboard and find a spot.
Folks get off and folks get on.
I find a seat next to the window.

The train fills up as we head downtown.
I watch out the window till we hit the tunnel.
Staring outside as we plunge into darkness,
I look for secrets that never see the light.

The train emerges from the ground.
The sun is bright and blinds my eyes.
I push my way right through the crowd.
One short walk and I’ll be done.

I stroll into the office tower.
As another day at work begins,
And while I dread returning to my cube
I still find comfort in the routine.

Discussion

Have you ever taken public transit to work on a regular basis? How do you think it compares to commuting by car? I’ve done both, and they each have their ups and downs. Which kind of commute do you prefer? Let me know in the comment section.