Notes from the 3 train

Notes from the 3 Train

96th street

I watched
Him pull
her earbud out
And beg for her attention
I watched
Her roll her eyes
Over the roar
Of subway car wheels
I watched
Her forgive
With a smile
Then he leaned in
Like those dramatic tv moments
When you wonder if they'll kiss
They didn't
Then
When he had her attention
He turned away
And looked at me

Next stop 110th Street

He was
Tall
Brown
Goatee sharp
Blue pants
Lots of keys
Dusty kicks
Eyes like Chris Tucker's
Locks to his shoulder blades
Neatly pulled back
Away from his young
Handsome
Face
Layers of locs
Like perfect black and milds

Next stop 116th Street

He's looking at me again
And she's looking at him
Ear bud out
Her hand in his lap
He's got both buds in
Face round like Q-tip's
Her lips full like Viola's
Leather nikes with white laces
His Tim's look new
Abandoned earbud
Between thumb and index
His index finger
absently flicking and
tapping the screen

Next stop 125th Street