Your always alone in a city,
on a tube a street or a bus.
No one wants to notice,
Give a glance or make a fuss.
Can you smell the stench of travel
As it seeps from Eccrine glands
Of bodies pressed close together
with no place to wash their hands.
Finally the noise is over,
Bodies fly out the doors.
No one makes eye contact,
As all eyes are on the floors.