Sitting in a corner
a metro in Manhattan
heading up Penn-Station
lapping his bag lightly
against the exit of the cabin
a rush hour metro
no empty seat but two
next to this guy
as the commuters grew
three seats from him
a wrinkled old lady sitting
clutching her stuff and the rest
as others stand shaking
and no one says
but those two seats
go empty all the way
i sit next to the guy
with my bag and trolley
and one seat goes empty
between this lady and me
the guy leaves in a few stops
with the corner seat mine
but the two seat barrier
exists like a sign
and then a young women
replaces the old lady
and the two seats stay empty
as the stops go by
while i was the another guy.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
Sitting in a corner
a metro in Manhattan
heading up Penn-Station
lapping his bag lightly
against the exit of the cabin
a rush hour metro
no empty seat but two
next to this guy
as the commuters grew
three seats from him
a wrinkled old lady sitting
clutching her stuff and the rest
as others stand shaking
and no one says
but those two seats
go empty all the way
i sit next to the guy
with my bag and trolley
and one seat goes empty
between this lady and me
the guy leaves in a few stops
with the corner seat mine
but the two seat barrier
exists like a sign
and then a young women
replaces the old lady
and the two seats stay empty
as the stops go by
while i was the another guy.
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