Public Transport

It may not look exciting
just standing (or sitting) there
with an erection of rods
and no fish biting
but it must be more satisfying
than being crushed on a bus during rush hour
(but isn’t every city hour rush hour?)
with everyone on their phones
and such a blur of conversation
going on and private situations
being revealed (do they really not care
who’s listening? really?)
that being in a jam
but in your own car
and listening to the music of your choice
or your own voice singing along
or to nothing
except the sound of the car’s engine
is suddenly appealing.
As is going fishing.

Oh yeah, and another thing.
I haven’t been on a train for ages
but on a tram trip recently
there was a man on his mobile (of course!)
shouting, ‘Fuck you! Fuck you!
I will kill you.’