Walking to the train station the 8 a.m. rush the sun paints the sidewalk the stores pull their shutters up the tables are unfolding in the market in the street their faces look friendly even in the morning heat and I wonder will they be here tomorrow
The station's looking busy the crowd is moving slow the sounds on the staircase follow the feet that go below there's graffiti on the wall about a punk band from Berlin I wonder if they're coming or if they've already been maybe they'll come back tomorrow
A woman reads the bible another does her nails there's a man that looks like Hitler with dreadlocked pony tails there's a baby that's crying and a man that shakes his head there's poetry on the billboard by some that is dead maybe they'll come back tomorrow
The train gathers speed the hands hold the bars the papers talk of Africa and sending a man to Mars there's a backpack that's sitting in the corner by the door there's a young man facing upwards with his back on the floor
and then the smoke began he had tomorrow in his hands
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