West Side , Subway Ride

I enter the A train at 125th street. An older Dominican woman uses a small mirror to tweeze her chin hairs for the entire 13 minute express ride under Central Park. At Columbus Circle, we pick up a young Scandinavian woman with large, fish eyes and beaten red hair. It is an old train with tightly packed orange seats so she reluctantly rubs against a grey-haired sitar man. Port Authority stop unleashes a wave of aloof commuters. The suits nearly hide a mountain man with a yellow custom-made beard comb. He rakes his hair 40 or 50 times by the time we get to Penn Station. Here an Asian couple loses their balance as the subway car sways--one girl grips her black kiss-lip purse while the other girl drops her bag made of jean shorts sown closed at the butt. They steal a kiss. Doors open.