All along the platform
Scarcely noticing the rain
A company of umbrellas
Are waiting for the train
Its like a sea of manhole covers
Who’ve upped and taken flight
Leaving gaping holes
To catch cars in the night
There’s a nip and a duck
A weave and a tuck
A subtle sway of hips
And sometimes just good luck
Some hold it high
Some snuggle down quite low
But one arm is always ready
To deflect any blow
Its like a giant turtle
With a long and stretchy back
A giant patchwork quilt
Yet mostly grey and black
Wait, there’s one with colour
That cannot be right
It snakes through the crowd
In the early morning light
And that one is a painting
From an artist we all know
She bought it at the gallery
She didn’t see the show
It’s a wily platform herd
A mass of classless cattle
Stood against the rain
Against the daily battle
He uses shoulders
She moves her hips
Its sensual and its practical
And their umbrellas miss
We all know how its done
We all know the trick
When the umbrella is too close
And you have to be quick
A dance among strangers
Before we all get on the train
An early morning ballet
That takes place in the rain
And the train takes the bend
And its lights flash us all
There’s a uniform drop
A shake, shake and a twirl
A giant sucking in of fabric
Like someone pulled a chain
A moment where we all get wet
Before we board the train
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