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"Poems written while you wait"

There was the sign, but no one was there writing my poem while I waited. With the shot clocks, what do they call 'em, that tell you how long till the train comes, there's less anxiety about timing & less need for a distracting poem. I still have plenty anxiety about getting where I'm going, though. For a former messenger, you'd think I would treat the subway system with more aplomb, but honestly, Queens yesterday (in a car) & Brooklyn today (4 train on the 2-3 line—I mean!).
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