Verse about commuting in Northern New Jersey.
Voices On the Bus, Train, Subway, Sidewalk and In My Head
By Anthony Buccino
Feel the rhythm of the rails as you travel the last days of the Newark City Subway, or the PATH, and be relieved you are not present to hear the Preacher Man or Mr. Tourette's but do listen for the noise above the hum of the wheels and turn your ear to the voices on the bus, train or standing nearby on the platform.
Commuting daily on the bus, train, subway or PATH, one
settles into a routine of familiar seating and faces. You can stare out the
window listening to your own music, or read a book, or write poems about the
experience. This is the latter.
Working class verse and tales, musings and random
observations about commuting in Northern New Jersey.
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