Subway Song

Guitar strumming,
Songs from yesterday.
I had stopped listening,
Heard it all
A million times before.
Hopeful songs
in a hopeless world.

Who are you stranger?
With your boogie boots
Sitting at the subway,
Doling out stories
Not your own.

Still, I heard
A piece of you
Thrown in,
in that song of
endless words.

One lonely phrase
that was only yours.
I did stop listening though,
You lost me somewhere.

Yet, you Sneak.
You left your song
Inside my pocket.
Fumbling for my ticket,
it was found
And hummed aloud.

This poem was inspired by this photo taken by Nishant Vats (my brother who has the most amazing eye for visual imagery). Photo converted to a postcard poem by yours truly as part of my mutiple stints at The August Postcard Poetry Festival https://popo.cards/