NUMBER 5 TO DYER
Come on now
Got to make that train
Hot summer brings out
People stuff like sweat, perfume, cologne and dirty breath
Who didn’t brush their teeth on this train?
What?
Rumble, tussle
Man snoring
Leaning on the lady
She doesn’t care
Young man bopping to music no one hears but him
I was young once and I still dance
Hope he can dance when he gets my age
My stop coming up.
Dyer Avenue. Last stop.
Got to rush to that bus to Pelham Manor
Factory hours
Minimum wage
Kid in college
Better life for her.
Better life for her.
She’ll be on Number 4 train to Wall Street.