Tuesday Before Noon

Listening to different songs,

tapping tile to the same beat.

Feet in motion on the train,

I knew we’d never meet.

But as the lyrics blast in my ears

I wonder if you hear them, too?

Are you reading the words in my head

or simply bopping to a tune? 

We get off at the same stop

and the synchronization ends right there.

As you shuffle your way through the crowd

your rhythm disappears.

Double tap, left ear,

turn my AirPods off.

Now you’re just another face I saw today 

and sounds of the station flood my thoughts.

A man on the platform screams,

trying to sell me a balloon.

New York, I sure do love you,

but this is way too much shit to think about

on a Tuesday before Noon.