I’m already havin’ a bad mornin’. Each day, I take the subway to midtown. I live in Bensonhurst, so I take the D in. And if I play my cards right, I can get a seat. Everything depends on gettin’ a seat because, ya know. You don’t wanna be standin’ up for an hour, if ya know what I mean.
So every morning.’ I walk to Bay Parkway, which isn’t too far from my place because then I know I can get a seat. ‘Cept this morning,’ they had a train stall on the line. Then everythin’ gets fucked up. So now I have to stand here ‘til I get a seat.
There’s a man over there. Right over there. I’m not gonna point. Ya know, sittin’ with his legs wide apart. Like he’s got some big dick on him or somethin’. Fuckin’ loser.
Hey! If you close your fuckin’ legs maybe somebody else could sit down.
He’s healthy. He’s able. Why don’t he give a woman his seat?
I wonder how many people have already touched this pole today. And of all the people who touched it where their hands have been. They don’t disinfect the subway poles. Ever.
I wonder where those people over there are getting’ off. I bet they’re gettin’ off at Canal Street.
Terrible to think that way, huh? Well let me tell ya. Gettin’ a seat on the subway will bring that outta ya. Nothin’ will bring out bad thoughts about someone’s people then that. I mean, I know this stuff ya know. After I sit I watch.
The people I hope don’t get seats are the bitches with heels this high, I mean. If you’re gonna wear heels like that then you should pay for it. Assholes.
As soon as ya pass 36th Street that’s when you start seein’ the Bergies. That’s what I call ‘em. The Bergdorf Goodman women. Ya know, they slick back their hair tie it in a ponytail. Usually they got that fancy blonde hair with dark roots like half their hair is brunette. Red lipstick and they always look serious.
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ one of ‘em. I find women like that attractive in a miserable kind of way. I like women who are sort of feminine but then they look like they’re gonna kick the shit outta somebody. As long as it ain’t me I don’t care.
How’d I get started on that?
Anyway. They got those little lavender paper bags like it’s some accidental thing they picked up on their way out the door. Been there once Bergdorf Goodman’s. They give you champagne while you stare at 75-dollar lipsticks.
She’s right over there. One of those Bergies. Lookin’ my way. Lookin’ fine.
Wait, is she smilin’ at me? Oh no! She’s comin’ my way.
“Crowded train huh? If we can just make it over the bridge maybe I could get to work on time.”
I can’t believe I spoke to her. She’s gorgeous. Mulberry lipstick. Beige coat. I wonder if she’s got a girlfriend. I am standin’ so close to her. I can feel her body heat. I hope she goes all the way with me. All the way to midtown, I mean.
The sky is so blue today. It’s so stupid. I don’t have a book to read. Everyone either reads a book or stares into their phone. In London ‘cause I been to London once a long time ago, they all crossed their legs and read the newspaper. I swear I was ridin’ the tube. That’s what they call it there. And everyone was like, the same. No matter who are. You crossed your legs and read the newspaper.
Canal Street.
“Oh, no. You go ahead.”
I let her have the seat. She probably liked me just ‘cause she knew that group was getting’ off. I don’t care. What’s another 10 minutes standin’ anyway
Besides I’m standin’ right in front of her. She’s at the right eye level if ya know what I mean.