Waiting For A Train

The train I going to throw myself under
Is forty minutes late.
I stand here,
In this place,
It looks the same as all the others
Grey.
Lifeless.
Waiting for refurbishment.
Cold and bored
I wait for a train
From Bletchley to Birmingham New Street
Except it's late
Or cancelled.
I could find another train I suppose
But it wouldn't be the same.
Forty minutes Late
And still I wait