I’m saucin’, I do this often, don’t do no talkin’

Always in a hurry,

the morning crowd in fury.

I whip out my phone only when I am alone,

to read notes written from the unknown.

Lyrics like cigarettes and a headband,

commas, commas in my head, man

kept repeating in my player,

so, please excuse her.

The train glided swiftly on the rails,

I arrived my destination with my frizzy tail.

Five minutes past eight,

no, I am never late.