I take my usual spot
the one by the door
and I let out a sigh cuz
I’ve seen this scene before.
That man, with the paper
nothing else hits his eyes,
and that mom keeps yelling
at her baby who cries.
One guys loudly snoring,
must’ve had a hard day,
and a young girl beside him
is texting away.
Some tourists are standing
in awe of this all
keep on snapping some pictures
holding on to the walls.
2 girls reading notes
wonder what’s on their test,
and the woman beside them
needs a good rest,
4 teens are sitting
side by side in one row,
they seem to be friends
but I wouldn’t know.
cuz their ears are all plugged
and their ipods in hand
everyone’s in their own world
I just don’t understand.
we are all then informed
that there are some delays
the watches come out
and some people pray.
Then 3 dudes come on
to put on a show
with boombox in hand
and their pants really low
The music is blasting
they are flipping in the air
but no one really notices
and no one really cares
still reading, still yelling
and snoring out loud
still texting, still snapping
what a lovely crowd
still studying, still tired
still have headphones in ear
still blasting, still dancing
till the next stop comes near.
cuz this is New York
nothing comes as a surprise
everyone is weird
if you open ur eyes.
Except people are busy
stuck in their own bubble
and to just look around
is way too much trouble.
The train pulls to my stop
with a click and a clack
and I exit the train
and step over the gap.
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