Good day charm

I get off

The crowded

Daily local

After struggling

With

Bodies and bags,

Jostling my way to front,

And then hopping down

Against the

Trickling speed of wheels.

I exhale

The sweat laden

Thick salty air.

One deep breath.

At that moment,

I can/will justify

All the hoopla

Behind

The fresh evening air.

I walk back

To

My room

Coming across

Familiar faces

Primarily because,

We share the same routine.

However,

There are

No acknowledgments.

Except for

One crippled man,

Balancing on crutches,

Waving out,

And

Muttering unintelligibly.

Like a good day charm,

I wait

To cross paths with him.

Linking with Ketchup with us

Linking with Five Minute Friday : Exhale