the last train car smells
like old milk
all aboard to sway
between First and Bedford
on the slow creep
reserved for late nights
drunk
old milk and beer
a child asleep on mother's lap
knit cap
falling over one eye
one aging Asian lady
holding plastic bags
filled with god knows what
who's been drinking ambrosia
is this the new drink
I am behind
my old brown
boots shuffle to make
room for more
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