NY, pt 6

Left and right. Going fast and slow. Some of them damn fast. Some in groups, some with small ones, some with none. Some take the A, some the B. Others take J until Penn Station, and then the Z. There’s English, French and Dutch. There’s Russian, Spanish, and it’s too much. Book readers and chicken feeders.  Break dancers and musical prancers. And they all talk to me. I’ve missed the express already 3 times now.