Communications Lab
Sometimes I get half way through before I realize. Like the dream of forgetting your pants. The stairs, the swipe, the beep, the turnstile, the hall, to the platform. I usually go to the same spot every day, and lean on the same post. Which means it’s the same car. Ah, the subway to work.
This is confusing. What color was I? Should I ask, no. I’m going uptown, right? But this is Brooklyn? Wait? Is this the right platform? Where is the map? Right, the “L” , but does it go to the “1”, there at fourteenth! Oh, here comes one, finally. What? It’s the “G” where am I?
Here I am waiting. I must have just missed the last train, it feels like an hour. I’m glad I grabbed a paper. What is that smell? That girl definitely looks lost. Yup, that’s the fifth time I’ve read the headlines. I have to remember my dry cleaning. Hold on, that guy forgot his pants