early morning train of thought

the train is quiet in the mornin... Everyone still trying to wake up and stay warm from the cold air. I try to read but i struggle to keep my eyes open. I see everything on here. The man in his thousand dollar suit and briefcase. The mother takin her children to school extra early just so she can get to work on time and the "no speake ingles" latinos who work drastic hours just so their children can get a bit of the american dream. I wonder if they look at me the way i look at them? Or are the so consumed in their own lives that they dont notice the short man in a backpack and hoodie trying to hide his uncombed hair. Ive never taken the train home this early before but i guess there is a first for everything.....