I woke up at the end of the line.
The new section of the track
brought me to party town.
A man was sitting next to me.
He smelled of *** and fake lemons.
A variety of things cluttered around him.
Two lottery ticket stubs lay on the floor,
one partly hidden under an old Michael Jordan shoe.
He won four dollars.
A mobile phone lay
trapped under a cage of fingers
on the seat beside him.
It buzzed a few times, he didn’t move.
I checked the time,
11:14.
Perfect, just another half hour ride home.