Tagged: morning commute

after a

after a
packed train
pulls away
from a

crowded
subway platform,
those morning commuters
who are left behind to
wait for the
next

train
turn into
choristers, huddled
together
in
sections,

arranged
by time and
gumption, over best
sound, heads down,
conductor-
less, tuned
out

and into
the digital
music of their
lives, primed for
the next set of
train doors to
open right
in front of
them
.
20180510:0743
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you can’t fight your way

you can’t fight your way
to the front of the train doors
and not budge once you’ve

stepped through – i guess everyone
has their own form of sanity
.
20150515:1045
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on a scale from walking

on a scale from walking
to sprinting, we make
the transfer, keep pace
with fellow commuters –
it’s how i imagine
the Pamplona encierro
running with the bulls,
someone slips
sometime –
but here, in
Brooklyn, between
the L-train and the
G-train, no one’s looking
out to save us
.
20140326:0850
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on the L – the only train

on the L – the only train
whose passengers have a
figure lit above their foreheads
counting down the number
of stops before they
disembark – i take my chances
standing in front of a young
lady, hedging my bets that
she will not change her
mind this morning. thank
goodness for this new
installation – the L
train: executing MTA’s
experiments, transporting
perfectly poised guinea pigs
.
20100511:2152
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i know the tall suit who spent

i know the tall suit who spent
three weeks reading On The
Road
, the curly-haired forty-
something who is a runner
or wants to be, the older gentle-
man who travels from
somewhere wide
enough to plant his own
daffodils for the empty
vases on the twelfth
floor, and the young
woman who keeps her hair
interesting. plus or minus
ten minutes, we all ride in
the same train car
together, towards a
ballpark destination
.
20100415:2151
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