The Commute


Notes floated down
The tunnel around
The heads of those
Gone home.
“…And a knick knack baddie whack
Give a dog a bone…”
The sound made heads
Look up from phones
And they pushed to find
The words to go
With the song they first
Heard long ago, and so
Out of place
As shoes clipped stairs
Whiplash wrenched
From daily affairs
To shuttle and chute
Through the tune in the air
To touch one another
And this time not care.
Recalling a time
Quite long ago
Making organs flip
And groan.
When they saw more worlds
Than their own
And the rectangle light
Of their phone.

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