The first scribblings of a new Moleskin are delivered via the Downtown-Bound A-Train.
Fresh off of live underground jazz bands and crowded subway platforms,
Where ladies stand with babies in arms.
The charm ,of New York City never ceases--nor ceases to amaze me, or--
The others I am unintentionally surrounded by.
Upon this A-Train,
Earphones plug the ears and backpacks crowd isles between the holding poles' available seating.
This is the Subway Series--where, even on time-truant days,
There is always a fair share of available defeatings.
Greetings are treasured.
Especially those of seldomed happiness.
Most of them though, are those of negative connotation....
Like,
"Could you get the hell out of my way please!!!!!?"???!!!"
Or...
"F**k you too!!!"
This was, and is, your Downtown A-Train, making all stops to Lefferts Blvd.
"Step inside of the closing doors please."
nice!!! i love it brethren. you can actually picture it as you read
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