Out Of 91 Faces

three were applying makeup,
masterfully and precise.

about eight of ten wore frowns,
like permanent mourning.

one guy looked catatonic,
literally with one eye asleep.

at least ten or twelve were laughing,
alone, but laughing, probably the radio.

most wore shades and pulled shades,
all kinds of eye protection and cool.

some looked paniced at the late hour,
those the world somehow really needs.

only two of them looked back at me,
and i nodded, the observers of faces.

thumbwork and audio communication didn't stop,
the social circle pulse continues.

don't like to idle,
like to move,
so i can get settled.