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sitting by a window staring out the smudged pane past the polychromatic crowds bent, huddled, faceless in the rain a smeared image swirling by modern art painting not yet dry wishing to nod off tired to the bone the rattle and rumble beneath the stop and the start keep my weary eyelids apart the odors of crowded humanity fill my nostrils, make them burn alcohol, sweat, stale cigarette smoke on clothes that are old and worn garlic, deep fryer grease pastrami and cheese in a sack blood dried on the apron slung over a butcher's back a cacophony of noises surge inside the car papers rattle, fingers tap on electronics or on steel bar ~~~ nobody's talking eyes are downcast to newspaper, cell phone or hangnail fear and distrust thick in the air scattered about like yesterday's mail on this common commuter carrier they're traveling the same route home just working folks trying to make it all work out they have much in common in a way, aren't they all kin? worn and weary at end of day, fellows in the midst of this din? 14th Street station ahead warns of various dangers posted there on a column decreed Please do not smile at strangers
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Fourteenth Street
sitting by a window staring out the smudged pane past the polychromatic crowds bent, huddled, faceless in the rain a smeared image swirling by modern art painting not yet dry wishing to nod off tired to the bone the rattle and rumble beneath the stop and the start keep my weary eyelids apart the odors of crowded humanity fill my nostrils, make them burn alcohol, sweat, stale cigarette smoke on clothes that are old and worn garlic, deep fryer grease pastrami and cheese in a sack blood dried on the apron slung over a butcher's back a cacophony of noises surge inside the car papers rattle, fingers tap on electronics or on steel bar ~~~ nobody's talking eyes are downcast to newspaper, cell phone or hangnail fear and distrust thick in the air scattered about like yesterday's mail on this common commuter carrier they're traveling the same route home just working folks trying to make it all work out they have much in common in a way, aren't they all kin? worn and weary at end of day, fellows in the midst of this din? 14th Street station ahead warns of various dangers posted there on a column decreed Please do not smile at strangers
I believe this is a real sign. It looks to be in the picture online.
#commuter#train#working#strangers#dangers#station#home#humanity
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
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