5:03 (All Stops To Dapto)

The girl waves at the walking 

beer can
leering from the stained window of a nowhere train.
Her skirt, hemmed high above the clouds the
silver lining sends him craving, he rushes forth.
Passes through the smoking beanie teenage load
and leans out, shouts:
"Oy, Sexy"
but she is long gone
bored with mocking some old bum
who turns inwards to collapse upon
himself as the platform pulls away
and the twilight claims the sun.