Getting Off

Getting off at Harold square
At 330 am
Coming up out of the dark tunnels
From the Q train

the lights are bright
From the skyscrapers
And overbearing billboards
Assaulting your nervous system

Radiating the city smell
Of urine, hotdogs, metallic
And ozone
Assaulting your respiratory system

As the sleepless city loud
homeless, drunk,
And impatient drivers
Assault your hearing

From the Q train
Coming up out of the dark tunnels
At 330 am
Getting off at Harold square

I don’t give a thought to any of it
Just want to get this woman back
To the Penn hotel
Before she changes her mind

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9 Comments

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9 responses to “Getting Off

  1. I love the poem. NYC is quite the place, I worked there for many years and there is no place on earth quite like it.

  2. lmao shame on you!!! :) should’ve been titled “getting off at Penn Hotel”!!!

  3. Hope you both make it…. mind you there must be a sheltered doorway somewhere ! ;)

  4. Well titled – well done.

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