2/3 train, 96th street to Clark Street, September 18th, 2014
I got on the wrong train. Uptown in stead of down. I started chatting with him, telling him I’m a native New Yorker and yet I still get discombobulated. He was a good listener. He responded with something that was very much like this poem. I asked him to write it down. His shirt is the name of his new enterprise: Black Iron Burger.
Lost on the train
I missed my stop
where am I?
Welcome to the MTA