From trains to trams…..
I worked New Years till late
that feeling of restaurant warmth
with the chilly outside, the safety of a tram line
The taste of waiting 15 minutes having just missed one
seen its backlight flash the name of some obscure stop
on our way to where we wanted
Waiting for a tram having just missed one
tastes like the feeling you get when you’ve burnt
your last piece of toast to a- to you-
inedible black, you know people
who use a knife to scrape it off
and some who just like the way it tastes burnt
But you are not one of these people
You are also not one of the people
waiting for the tram with you
The three girls who are thinking about buying a ticket in their thin tights
and big hair. And the men in black raincoats that seem to merge
into grey somehow when you look at them
Their talk sounds grey as well.
There are people with bottles under their coats
beer swigging and laughing
The carriage sways like it is propelled by their giggles
There’s a crackling in the air, a trio have a plastic cups
And pour wine, merry as musketeers.
The metro guards get on
Their yellow jackets flash
They are working New Years.