Metro Blues.

Public transportation

Where was my destination?

 

I sat opposite of two-seat hoggers,

And boombox-junkies

 

I scanned the inside of this metal snake,

And encountered an observer

 

She had no eyes that I could see

Just a pair of lips; they looked soft

 

In the midst of the junkies and hoggers,

She sat

Watching, just watching

 

Watching me

Waiting for my move

Wondering where was my destination

 

Public display of affection