I'm the Stranger...

Standing in the train,
with his Parka on his head,
staring at the door, staring at the wall.

I saw him again, and now I know it's a man.
Although this time it was on an hour later train,
but on the same car, second from the front.

I watched him, and he behaved the same as before.
When he heard somebody coming, he'd get all nervous,
and try his hardest to face away from where they were coming.

But he slipped up, and I could see his face for a split second.
It was a thin, long face,
maybe the same age as me.

I wondered if he saw that I was watching,
and if he knew that somebody had seen him.
Did he care?

He departed at the Exhibition again,
and I wondered how he buys his train tickets.
Does he go to the cashier, or buy them through the machine?

DB