I lost it there

The subway car signs
accost with images
and stories
of the magnificent
people,
the ones who’ve
really made it.

Next to me,
an elderly man
smells of something
I can’t quite place,
something lost.

His hands fumble
along a brown rosary
and he seems to hum
it out bead to bead,
playing the damn thing
like a guitar.

There is an announcement
of congestion ahead
and it’s so goddamn right.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s