Friday, January 1, 2010

King of the subway

He sat
on his time-eaten,
bring-your-own-beat-up-sofa-throne
eating
Campbell's New
England Clam Chowder with a bent
fork from some Chinese
take-out place,
directly out of the can.

His forked pillaged the contents
from the rusting can,
returning white gobs to his
dainty
sore
cratered lips.


- 1992



The New York City subway was and likely always will be an excellent place for unique character studies that don't lend themselves to repetition. It is a pity the millions who ride the silver dragons every day so rarely ever give a rat's ass.

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