The train creeps slowly on the track
The subway's jammed
Belly to back.
Garbage crunches underfoot
Spilled coffee stains my boot.
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.
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!
My heart skips a beat
But then, spying my hair of gray...
with deference she steps aside
and shattering my silly pride
offers me the empty seat.