Wipe the sleep from your eyes boy.

Wake up and smell the

Rows of chimneys

Smoking and trains.

Petrichor and bagels,

Smell the damp and 

feel.

Constant state of

Neither here nor there.

Where am I?

Piccadilly line to Heathrow?

Where for art thou,

oh Romeo?

And more importantly,

Where are you going?

An intimate tango with strangers

Hastily alighting the tube.