A few days ago, I found myself with a very sick husband and thus no subway buddy for the long (20 minute) trek to work. So, there I was, without a friend to banter with about the ridiculous things that people do in public and generally complain about the world while he tuned me out. I dug out my trusty notebook from the depths of my purse, and took some notes so that I could share my opinions of the trip once I got home (and he could tune me out in the comfort of our living room).
A group of haikus came to me, which I will share with you now:
Commute Poetry Series IDude with wet hair, it’s February don’t you know? Put on a hat, man.
Chick with the fur hat. You should really hem your pants before you wreck them.
Hot pants and nylons are not appropriate. Don’t want to see your ass.
Bag. Lying in the middle of the train. Who’s bag is this? Pick it up.
Girl with the red mitts. You were on my train this morn. We have the same sched.