getting late

I hate this telephone ringing
in the morning,
either it is some agents calling for
repayments of unpaid bills
or news of some little man
jumping out of the window.

I was waiting for the tube
when this girl comes up
and asks me what time it was.
The train was running late by 5 minutes.
I am getting so late she said
and walked away towards a
huge standing fan.

Her hair flying dancing
and I could hear the rumbling
of the train approaching.
When it was a few yards away from us
she jumped
trying to reach for the third rail.
The train screeched to a halt
but by then it was too late.

I came out of the station slowly.
It will take at least an hour
before everything becomes normal again.