where's my stuff? right here,
the rolling suitcase, the messenger bag.
but somehow, they won't stick in my brain
and I keep checking to make sure.

five car train
to san francisco airport/millbrae
in eight minutes.

the first train on a Thursday morning;
who else is crazy enough?

every other ad is for an ipod,
or an ipod accessory,
or hints at an ipod lifestyle in some way.
was there some marketing report
saying San Franciscans are ready to buy?
from the lack of white headphones in view,
maybe so.

you don't see many smiles this early,
no laughter, hardly any conversation
mostly tired, dazed glares
and occasionally a hopeful anticipation
shines through between the yawns.