subject matter aside,
this ride inspires me to perspire heavily
packed like a sardine in Italy
I board reluctantly to the sound of anxious conversation
familiar passengers mingle with other locals
the chatter is vocal,
after boarding, newspapers open, eyes close.
it's 530 am
the seats are packed
iphones and androids dole out the facts
turkey attacked, syria too
twitter updates from tehran and beirut
the train rumbles to newark
we pass cory booker,
the rock and newark penn station
passengers sit in meditation
the u s of america, india, russia, and china
with new york in front and jersey behind them
like robert frost, I take the path less traveled--
world trade center bound
the familiar sound
"stand clear of the closing doors please"
I sneeze
the lady nearby closes her eyes,
exchange place arrives and I switch to hoboken
the journey is almost complete
now that I found an open seat.
