Waiting Poem by bob barci

Another Saturday morning.
The usual has taken place.
For a change,
I arrive at the station
with plenty of time to spare.
So now, I wait.
The train is due in one half hour.
While I'm waiting,
I'll put the time to good use.
Might as well, keep me from thinking about
the cold and the smell.
Potential train passengers slowly
arrive to keep me company.
Company is nice, I won't wait alone.
Perhaps a friendship will start, who knows?
I've had a short conversation,
I've created this verse.
Anything can happen while I'm waiting.