The Waiting

Small and fiant, dimmed by distance, the wait stretch past the time due.  As a group all heads turned to look past the single red light seeking for and finally being rewarded by the growing shadow with a single white headlight.  Soon.  It will be here soon.  Stand back from the edge.  Get behind the line.  The waiting group coaleses into scatterings of isolated waiters beneath the lit sign "Central Interchange".
The train was late again.