drunkenly stumbling
down corridors,
slamming into knees
and train doors.
all with earbuds in—
disgusted looks on their face
as i grab the pole,
and move with haste!
i drop to a seat,
covered in dust
in the last car,
as the cables rust.
no light to be seen,
buried underground—
the traveler on the F train,
when clocks don’t make a sound.
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