The train creeps slowly on the track

Cars shudder

Passengers mutter

The subway's jammed

Bodies slammed

Belly to back.

Garbage crunches underfoot

Spilled coffee stains my boot.

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But on my right with perfumed hair

A blond delight stands tall and fair.

Brain besotted by her scent

Some primal instinct fuels belief

To my advance she might consent.

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The train brakes

a nodding man awakes and

lurches to the exit. The angel

turns on me a smile so gay

I think...this is my lucky day!

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