The creeping and lurching machine of steel pulled into the station with its typical motions. It proceeded past hypnotized would-be passengers cocooned in their pre-dawn stupor.
Machinations unnoticed nearly synchronized with the blatant retching and strenuous stretching of the morning bystander zombies. Their arms and hands moved, as they made a cringing motion to cover their ears, caused by the squealing platform speaker. The broadcaster revealed his singular usefulness; announcing the expected delay in service. At complete odds with the announcement, the train was pulling in on time. Smallish steps and scuffles scratched invisible lines in the concrete where a multitude of human cattle had trodden to align for the carriage door opening ceremony.
When the doors finally swooshed open from center to side, a “bee-bom” sound answered back in agreement to reveal empty interiors, and the cold intimacy of lifeless carriage cars. Pushing forward at once, like cattle to slaughter, the excited passengers, certain to feel discomfort upon squishing leg-to-leg, shoulder-to-shoulder, body parts reluctantly embraced one another on the hard cold plastic seats. Only one man looked peaceful, sleeping and sprawled out in his own area. Untouched by the sea of hate directed at him, nothing entered his world through the animal stench that surrounded him like a force field.
As the train pulled away from the station, many pretended to be asleep. Some won the academy award by drooling and head bobbing, while others just folded their arms and squinted their eyes shut with effort. The obese passengers crumpled brown paper bags and extracted morning donuts, while the slenderer commuter’s next to them shared the donut via their ole factory senses.
Jostled passengers forced to stand, made love to dirty polished aluminum, holding on tightly so as not to crash into another; eyes averted, they focused mainly on stained linoleum flooring. One man decided to decipher this morning's curvelinear black streaks, obviously some mysterious urban hieroglyphs created by entering and existing crossword puzzle doers and strap hangers that had worn black soled sneakers and shoes, a distant rush hour before.
Ads ingeniously placed created a synthetic horizon at eye level above the entire length of each bench seat. Distant advertising executives, whose jobs were on the line, devised cleverly colored addictive brain candy to be read regardless of the hour or day.
It was another fine workday morning to be accosted, and half violated by the insensitivities of others on the train.