Redeye

Step from a redeye into a cold dawn terminal of a new city.
Reborn. Suckling coffee instead of milk. Collared up anonymity.
Homeless packing up makeshift beds. Cigarettes.
Messages checked.
Non-plussed workers numbe(re)d by grind
Moving in unison. Following signs.
Clockwork clock workers.
I breathe more caffeine.