Saturday, December 1, 2012

the morning commuter's lament.


timed,
everything is timed.
the trains, timed.
every step, calculated;
sips of canned coffee
one, two, bite of bagel, three
shift right, no
shift left.
should've driven in today,
but it's
ten bucks to park
ten bucks for lunch,
ten bucks an hour
after taxes.

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