Maura struggles with the suitcases,
The kids argue over a fiver from Nan,
Neil of security, shares his glares,
And so does a young business man,

A girl mutters in Russian to her phone,
While Liam nicks her wallet from the ground,
A newly wed couple don’t take notice,
Honeymoon bound.

The clan of Wexford boys,
Off a night out, long for bed,
Lucy's stepped out for a fag,
A mum learns her sister is dead.

Rodger curses at the clock,
Shaky teen has spilt his drink,
Homeless woman wretches coughs,
Jack takes another pill to think.

An elder has bought a new book,
Sam can barely count enough change,
Little girl cries under her breath,
Mary's party, taking ages to arrange,

Alex's found out about the cancer,
Rose’s been fired today,
The buses are too confusing for a boy,
The young girls have been led astray.

The Supermac’s worker has burnt her hand,
And Michael’s lost his phone,
Young Tommy gives his mother cheek,
A man has left the hospital, alone.

And with the world spinning around,
The pigeons still claim the ground.
And the board shows many a delay,
All the piano longs for is play.

And the busy Luases come and go,
The worn out commuters come in tow.
And the coffee line never stops,
The dirty floor needs some mops.

And every day complaints are loud,
The recorded voice guides the crowd.
And every time the whistle is blown,
Everyone leaves for lives of their own.