the subway

i rode on the subway train at twelve in the morning, and i was tired
my hand held the letter, and i began to remember what had just transpired
an old man stared at me with his expressionless eyes as i opened the letter
i studied this man; he had thick glasses with brown khakis and a green sweater
nervously smiling, i quickly looked down and began to read what i knew by heart
then entered a large lady, accompanied by large plastic bags and a Kmart cart
i looked up from the letter and stared at a fly, as it just buzzed and flew around
i wondered what it was thinking, what its intention was as it landed on the ground
my mind began to wander from one thing to another, and thoughts filled my head
staring at my reflection on the glass, i told myself i needed a haircut and my bed
staring at my dirty shoes tapping the ground, the old man loudly grunted
i knew he wanted me to stop, but the beat was too good for me to stop
i suddenly knew what i needed at this exact moment, not only what i wanted
the train moved on slowly as i blew a bubble with my gum until it popped
the night was brighter, i smiled big, and i threw the letter to the ground
i laughed, the man grunted, the woman smiled, and the night was profound