"A" Train

There's something to be said about the New York City subway system, I just don't know what that something is. A contraption so complex can not be put into a box, or spoken of in simple terms. All day eveyday for 100 years people have transported from Harlem to Brooklyn, Queens to the Bronx, Staten Island to Central Park, and I wonder who they are.

Sitting Quietly on the A train headed to Manhattan I noticed something, everyone was was trying, struggling to stay in their own world. Although we stare, we don't dare to make eye contact; and speaking, well that's out of the question. This moring a lady sat on a roach, I saw it, so did the man sitting across from me, but he dare not tell, I guess that's where the California in me kicked in. I said, "Excuse me, you just sat on a roach." she looked at me as if I were crazy, stood up slow, swept the now dead pest away, and sat back down. She didn't say thank you, or anything. But that's her loss. I could have been like every one else on the train, and let her remain roach assed.

I guess there are some good things about the train, like seeing that really cute guy and flirting with your eyes until he gets off at the 14th street station. Wow, I will never see him again. But it was fun while it lasted. And that is how people exsist in this metropolis, I guess I should begin to shake the California off if I plan on staying here.