Chatterboxes

This morning my train ride

to work was quite vocal.

It was the most conversation

I’ve heard on a morning commute.

There was a lot of excitement

in people’s voices.

Jabber, Jabber

Christmas.

Jabber, Jabber

Law School.

Jabber, Jabber

Just a flu.

Jibber.

It was ceaseless for the

whole long ride. Waves

of different conversations

washing through the train

car like a day at the

beach.

There was a notable

optimism in the tone of

their voices, which again,

seemed very odd on a train

ride into work on a chilly

but sunny Thursday.

Rumble, Rumble

Express train.

Rumble, Rumble

Michigan Avenue

Rumble, Rumble

Physical Therapy

Ramble.

I wondered what the

tone would be later after

they’re all so exhausted

after I long day downtown.

Contented silence, perhaps?

All wrapped in red and green

bows, waiting to be placed

under a suburban Christmas tree.