My 11th Subway Poem

Is poetry your groove? Then you've come to the right place. Just put some bongo music on your hifi and pass the espresso. Novices note, this was where it all began for me, complete with my confession:

http://djbuddybeaverhausen.blogspot.com/2012/06/subway-poem-1.html

The 11th in my Subway Series. I call it:

Clocks

i gauge the time 

by people's faces, 

those familiar, 

reliable as sundials.

unknown, seen routinely,

here they are

for me to read whether

i'll be late or right

on time.

it's the company i keep

in the car, time in transit,

time through the tunnels through time,

comforted by faces

seen before 

once and again and again as

they've seen mine, 

gentle assurances

like clocks

on subway walls.