poetry, "Man Walks Into A Train"
man in mismatched attire stumbles into the train car, out of it, newspaper clutched in his hand, sags down in seat.
unkempt - intentional.
worn sneakers - clean.
slacks - serious.
windbreaker - relaxed, but only in the right places.
his disheveled figure immediately assumes the form of a statue of some classical philosopher and unfolds the crisp newspaper, studying it, wearing his new position like he'd been there all day. music spills upward from his pocket in measured drops. everything in coordination, from the polyester slacks to his fine, curly hair in a bouquet of loose twists.
against the bright plastic orange seats and the white and silver walls, the dark silhouette of the man in midnight blue minds his modern business between pages, imposing on none with his muted metro jazz.
#poetry
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