1-2-1-2-1-2: A New York Subway Poem

The New York Subway
is a walkway for the uninterrupted

for the focused  

people are proselytizing
proclaiming
protesting

singing
dancing
texting
moving
seeing
breathing
hearing

reading,
pay less rent!
cook less food!
call here now!
trim your eyebrows!

De Blasio’s New York is an anxious place full of sunshine, daisies, and rent checks
cool breezes, and expensive lunches
commutes
shoe shines
people stepping up, and stepping out

going to work, going to work, going to work, going to work
this endless rotation of trains, planes, and people
crammed on the 6, fixing their hair
going here, there, everywhere

but there is a measure in routine, a marker in that comfort
of coming, and going
walking, and knowing

everyone in New York is going Somewhere at the same time

left, right, on the Up train