September 2010
1 post
Rediscovering Haiku
You’ve always been here In my mind and my fingers Waiting for right now
July 2010
1 post
Pollenating on the Five
Making a bee line
From platform to subway seat
Life’s simple pleasures
June 2010
1 post
Back on the Train
Oh - hey there four / five Yeah, the car and I shacked up. But now I’m all yours
May 2010
1 post
Been a While
Back on the 4 train It’s been too long my old friend You have barely changed
April 2010
12 posts
My Own Advice
Excercise patience. Although vacation starts now, the 5 disagrees.
Close Quarters
I do not know you Sorry about last night’s date I can’t help but hear
730pm commute
A late night at work. Makes these transfers a challange Is it time for bed?
What I Would Tell You
Don’t sit close to me. You don’t know I’m heading home early with a cold
I want tell you about timeless
Hey Fela Kuti - Did you know your Lagos sound plays loud on the 4?
Escaping this commute
Sticking out my tongue Makes the baby laugh and grin Escaping the crowd
On Sitting
Sometimes one forgets The simple satisfaction of just sitting down
View from my seat
From my vantage point Like looking at the ocean A sea of blue jeans
Dangers Exist Below
Dangers exist below Like the dreaded sea urchin, watch for the third rail
Take it where you can get it
Back arched like a tree
Squeezed into this tiny space
Which I’ll call a seat
She Dropped It
Streams of spilled coffee
A beige river stains the shoes
of the unaware
Waiting for the Grand Central stop
For now it’s crowded In two stops the wind will blow And we’ll breathe again
March 2010
16 posts
Times or News?
How much can you tell
About these people based on
The paper they read?
They Used to be my Favorite Band
Across the train car
That dude’s Vans are printed with
the words “The Pixies”
Train She is a Comin'
It’s getting brighter
Illuminating the walls
It’s getting brighter
Like Trains Passing in the Morning
Pull into Nevins
Watching the four pull away
As my doors open
Underground Lament
Stuck on this four train
As sunshine makes a comeback
on the city streets
Mind Frame
Waiting to transfer
From train to train but also
To the other me
Scratch off Tickets
Silver dust falling down
glimmers of hope underneath
Maybe the next one
Transfer
It’s a switcharoo
Express on the local track
That’s why it’s empty
Hair-did
So many hair styles
Fades, dreads, rat’s nests and blonde bobs
We’re all looking good
Spring is springing
A lighter coat day
We shed coats as trees gain leaves
Soon jackets will leave
Intimacy
We are crammed so tight
I now know every detail
Of your large backpack
Say it loud
Sometimes it feels great
Fri-i-i-i-i-i-iday
Seven syllables
Music in the Morning
Those sweet, dulcet tones
Guitar notes sailing on by
Don Witter Jr.
Out and About
Late night train riding
Triple booked and lovin it
It’s night in the city
Reconciling the present day with the Hip-hop I'm...
It’s different world
Even the subways have changed
Since Spoonie Gee’s days
Stand Tall
Planting down my roots
This platform space is taken
Until I step away
February 2010
16 posts
Quiet Train
We speak in hushed tones
The train is almost hollow
Not a soul speaks up
I can Hear Your Music
High pitched headphone squeals
Like hummingbirds buzzing bzzzz
But without beauty
Sleepy
It’s not so easy
This personal poetry
When I’m still asleep
Short Stop
Knocked a bit about
Grasping for a quick support
I become steady
The Old Switcharoo
Like a chameleon
This F train’s on the Two track
I can see right through
Master Blaster
Wheels screech, speakers blare
A cacophany of sound
Silence is golden
Hard Commute
Snowy wet morning
Avoiding each other’s eyes
No one says a word
Ready For the Weekend
One transfer away
Nevins Street purgatory
I’ll be back home soon
Midday Commute
It’s one thirty-four
All these strangers seem stranger
in the afternoon
Intimacy
Blue Mets baseball cap
Pressing gently on the cold bar
So close to my hand
Letting Go
In the midst of thought
My hand slips off the grey bar
Falling back, laughing
Subway Musician
Don Witter, Jr.
Take me away from all this
With morning guitar
Like a Hawk
Watching and waiting
Seats can open anytime
That’s when I swoop in
Going Home Early
Ten-thirty a.m.
Choose from any seat you want
A whole different world
Headphone History
I’m time traveling
Hip-hop, soul, beard-core and more
Headphone History
Morning Glory
Slow moves of Monday
Shuffeling through the stations
We will be there soon
January 2010
17 posts
Not my Track
I can see nothing
Peeking down the dark tunnel
Trains rush behind me
The Truest Melting Pot
This train is New York’s
common denominator
We are all present