written last Spring
Rolling out of bed, groggy and pissed
"One more snooze baby?"
Eyes lazy and resisting opening with all their might
One pant leg on
lunch in bag - now in backpack
wash my hair
find my wallet - unplug the cell
socks now - argyle, one at a time
"I need a haircut"
check hair again
gear up the Ipod
stumble down stairs
Strolling into darkness
"I'll try the 6 to the 5 train this morning - something new"
Spill my coffee in the middle of commuters' sleeping feet
pulling into the next station, I watch it trickle maliciously toward another army of shoes and bags
two napkins seem futile.
turnstile hits my thigh, up stairs to the dingy sprawl of the Bronx
the BX-19 floats mockingly by.
a good excuse for a morning stroll I suppose
60 feet above the East River, I am in love
in love with this city - its people
a Pez dispenser head nod comes from Xavier and Alyn on the next bus - smiling ridiculously through the smudged window
"Wake up, wake up" pours through my headphones and I heed its advice
a mob of pigeons float upward eclipsing the brick high rises towering in the distance
morning air swallows me whole