On the end bench, waiting

A seagull scavenges the ground.
The tannoy hisses in my ear
In expectance of the next
Late announcement.

I hear the tracks react
And watch headlights
Penetrate the rain.
This is not my train.

‘The two-thirty-six Epping
Has been delayed.’
On the end bench
I continue to wait.

A seagull steps up to my feet.