He and the train.

His head bobs with the trains bumps and curves.
He examines the text of a meticulously folded newspaper.
His eyes are fixed on the story developing before him.
He itches the top of his right ear with the index finger of his left hand.
The morning sun shines through the gaps between buildings passing behind casting bursts of light on his head.
In the course of a minute his expression gradates through confusion, depression, irritation, and boredom.
He closes his eyes for a temporary bliss.

He waits...