A pair of grey haired people approach me
.
My quiet demeanor tends to warrant conversation
.
“What time does the train leave?” they ask
.
“5 minutes” I reply to them
.
The speaker is blaring the trains arrival.

The monitor displays the departure time.

I am the trusted source
.
But the pair stays put after I talk to them.
I
 told them they are on the opposite platform.

I am the trusted source.

Headlights approach on the horizon line.

The pair doesn’t budge
.
They start for the elevator as the horn gets louder.

The symphony of wheels continues.