It’s Cold And It’s Damp

It’s cold, wet and miserable.

We are back to the normal British winter.

One or two smiles break the gloom

At Kings Cross station

But they are the exception.

People don’t smile in London.

 

The waiting room is warm and quiet.

The cleaner talks to the attendant,

With almost a smile!

An effort, forced through the boredom,

After ten minutes collecting

Three empty coffee cups.

 

I tap away on my laptop.

A woman brushes her eyelashes,

Another eats a sandwich

And some read newspapers,

But most just stare blankly,

Waiting…