The Vibrations off the Delancey Stop
After a ruckus day of the laughing and talking and the doing of stuff
We part company at the station.
You, uptown-bound and me, downtown.
Across the platform I hear my name
It is you - waving
We laugh and shout pleasantries across the tracks until a train rolls in.
Months later, I will stand on my side and hear
echoes of you across the tracks, across the country, all the way from your coast.