earbuds nestled, playing music.
A crowd of people
Stream from the enclosed and tight spaces
"how'd you do..."
"...didn't look nervous at all..."
"...thanks, I got it at..."
"...I can't wait for summer..."
A cacophony of disturbance
My music is gone
drowned in the turbulence of noise
With a few deft strokes
of my thumb
I slide the volume adjuster
Now the conversations are a murmur
And my Where The Wild Things Are Soundtrack
Is happily consuming my thoughts once again.