Songs Of A Subway

What happens when you’re privy to personal conversations in a public place?

For a brief second, out of the passing window, he looked like a rock star. Seated now, his lanky frame sprawled into the aisle, arm casually extended along the glass partition, he sits with studied indifference.

I can feel the rumble of the train beneath my feet on the platform. A woman freezes at the top of the stairs, plugging her ears with her fingers as the screech of the train crescendos.

Her legs, arms and head remained in the exact same position, frozen like a statue.

Sensible black loafers in need of a shine.