I wrote this after many hours of traveling.
the river under Rockefeller Center
the river under Rockefeller Center runs beside the third rail / garbage floats along it / rats bathe or swim or drown
on the D train a man with a voice like Miles Davis sings Stevie Wonder’s “Too High” / says, “Everything has got to work out right”
the woman next to me is reading the same book you were reading / which makes me suspect her instantly
I feel self-conscious when I write on the train / as if I’m doing it so people will see me writing
but when the words are ready to come out it’s lucky if I have a pen and paper to catch them before a song lyric drives them from my head /
to float down the river under Rockefeller Center