Subway Poem #4

Fourth in the series of my Subway Poems. Poetry in motion.

Subway Poem #4

"i was drinking

last night." "i thought

you were

working."

"uh huh, i was

drinking

at work."

"hey! you're dripping!" shouts the lady with a slurpee 

to the teen with ice cream

"oh yeah," he grins,

licking vanilla ooze from the cone

while two women

chew the fat

about flesh-eating zombies,

urban legend-wise, oblivious to

the madonna/whore drifting

down the aisle, baby in papoose,

face 

at her slight bosom, 

amongst the babble 

of dozens of digressing tongues.