She and the train.

Her eyes are closed.
She carries a guitar over her shoulder.
She stares out the train's window.
She giggles with a friend.
Her eyes survey the windows reflection.
She transcends the world, encompassing herself in the world of her book.
They speak of a girl in a cabaret.
She itches her nose as a train passes behind her.
They critique her physique and work ethic as a hostess.
She stared into the monitor of her cellphone.
She sits alone on an empty train.
Her smiles shines with an empty infinity.

She says...