F Train Station On New Years Day

by June Labyzon

White rabbit angst clings
to the rise and fall of my feet
as they make numerous twists and turns
headfirst into the underworld urban woods.

A stream of resolute
faces push out of the turnstile
as I push in.
I am left sputtering and anxious
spiraling downward.

On the platform,
a small mustached man
spoons with his guitar, one foot
caressing an open case hosting
a sprinkling of dollar bills.

His coffee-coated voice rises in cool
unfamiliar tones, as he makes
mythical movements towards me.
His daring ingenuity lets me
into his language, sliding
beside me with the ease
of a long- time lover.

A startled bird I make exactly
the wrong move, and
for just a moment, we are
deliciously close.
For just a moment
one moment --
no promises
no pledges
no expectations
just one moment…
and a dollar in the case.


Posted on 12/03/2014
Copyright © 2021 June Labyzon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/27/14 at 07:16 PM

the hurried lamb tempted by that coffee coated voice.....a precious, accidental respite. an enhanting tale i didn't want to end. xopk

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