Some Haiku About the Subway

June 17, 2011

Your Rafiqis food

is not a balanced breakfast;

you smell garlicky.

(Also, where the hell is there a Rafiqis in Brooklyn?)


The dulcet tones of

Dave Matthews covers, always

drowned by the saw gal.


Blind man belts oldies

and doesn’t feel the dollar

fall into his pail.


Spare Change guy: where do

you get your fly kicks? Surely

not with quarters, right?


Bachata, screaming

from a young woman’s headphones

kids must be so deaf.


I know you’re real tired,

smelly, drunk old lady, but

please don’t sleep on me.


2 Responses to “Some Haiku About the Subway”

  1. marc Says:

    my favorite is the one about the blind man belting oldies

  2. phil Says:

    a soggy mango,
    not the best thing to slurp down
    on a crowded train

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