Streets flooded
Raining sideways
Saturday morning emptiness
Hop on the F Train at 17th
an open space to dry off in
and empty like the sidewalks and soaked streets.
Walk around and contemplate the chill,
imagining the strangers sitting next to me
packed in down at the Piers.
It is just me and the driver
and open window at the back
letting rain drip in
down the hill in minutes.
Too early
so I head to Trieste for decaf
slip and fall on the sidewalk
and end up OK, just a bit wetter.
At the cafe, watching other trains pass
not empty like my special ride.