halsey st

Crystalline fingertips

tap cacophonous symphonies

against the blue plastic seat

as I anticipate the neon blip

of my subway stop across the screen.

It’s about nine when I board,

shoulder aches and exasperation

in tow.

The train starts off full

but quickly drains

like the glass of wine

awaiting my arrival.

I slip greedily onto

the bench, stumble

to situate my earbuds

and silence one of the five

senses of nyc

while the other four gently

nudge me now and again.