Metro Blues.

by Shan Shaikh

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