"A.M. New York"
Tall and dark, his arms sweep left,
Papers extend his reach.
"A.M. New York."
He arcs to the right,
headlines in his wingspan blocking the turnstile.
I make the mistake of looking him in the eyes as I pass.
"ooooh, Redhead, Redhead, oooh..."
My fault. I looked a man in the eyes.
This A.M. I have a witness. Commute-a-date
With my dear friend Lindsey,
Southern Jewess, draws closer to me and drawls,
"We were just oppressed again."
Then she squeezes my hand.
On the L train last Friday
A man showed her his penis
And she sat...