Body Language

All the seats had been taken save the one next to me And blond haired young woman sat on it she glanced my way briefly And by that one sharp glance from her between the lines I read That conversation would be nil a silent ride ahead. Her body language told to me what words could only say That to stranger she would not talk not even bid good day Whilst she read a woman's magazine through carriage window I did look I did not stare or look at her I left her read her book. Why few people choose to speak to you on a suburban train Is not so hard to understand and easy to explain Urban dwellers suspicious of strangers and suspicion breeds fear You read their body language it makes it all so clear. And by her body language a fool could even see That she was not interested in conversing with me She glanced at me just briefly and opened her magazine And I gazed out the window on the suburban scene. A woman in her early twenties and one I'd not seen before Sat on the seat beside me for half an hour or more And as I stood to leave the train she did not glance my way Her body language told me what words could only say.