Normal day, everything going fine,
Till they sit down.
Your eyes meet,
Awkward seat.
They choose that one,
Don’t understand why.
Other options everywhere,
Still they take that seat there.
Maybe they’re new,
Maybe they’ve got no clue.
Still chose the one seat facing you,
Nothing you can do.
Sitting back without a care,
Till they sit there.
Then your eyes meet,
Awkward seat.
You block them out,
Text away on your phone.
Glance up by chance,
Inner awkward groan.
Is this how the ride’s going to be?
Is this fate?
You wonder if it’s rude,
Switching seats this late.
You decide to stay,
Brought headphones today.
Loud music can’t be beat,
Awkward seat.
At the time of writing, I spend at least one month of every year on public transport (bus and train). This isn't the only train inspired poem. It's actually where I do a lot of my writing.