Hesitant Alien

Worried hands Of the city people Making progress Neat and clean What ozone smells like When it's on the sheets Of teenage ghosts Or in the hats Of magic children And we all got the feeling If you're from here (Are you from here?) That we'll leave home On a better rocket So we wait For a sign From Mother-Panic Work-mob swarm- Blue Station Four Men wearing wrinkles Women wearing hats Public transit To a vacation seat Destination Of the hyper-lonely Population you and I