P....Waiting

Waiting at the train station for over an hour,
Cold washes over me
And even the woman who sells flowers has started to stare
Like I shouldn't be there.
Waiting for a train which will never come,
People wander,
To and fro
Watching
Waiting,
Old man hums
Shakes a tin,
People smile
being kind
Coppers rattle,
Then mumble,
Walking away
Remark
How strange
to their friends
Part of a trend of people who Have places to go,
People to see,
Things to do
No time to stay
For a while
And watch,
The old man.
The woman selling flowers.
And me.