How many poets are there writing on commuter trains? Does every carriage contain someone scribbling in notebook, netbook or on an IPhone? Each one of us reflecting our own reality to a world too busy to look, let alone read! Each one of us sharing the core experience and sometimes, just sometimes, peering over another's shoulder and wondering? Each one of us adopts the rules specific to writing on trains like some strange masonic rite. Don't rubbish mine and I won't rubbish yours! And prays for a publisher!