You remind me of... sweet things

A little beatnic poetry slam on the redline platform this morning?? #Classic

"You remind me of sweet things...(guitar interlude and drum beats)...
You remind me of....
iiiice cream...
(drum beats again, pause)
Vanilla"

I couldn't keep a straighter face if I were serious. Mind you, I'm hearing all this before I ever see the artiste/ beat poet, and when I do see him, it's nothing short of startling. Something along the lines of a wild-haired, pale faced witch-leprechaun... Outfitted with a loose green turtleneck, gray skinnies covered in paint (which the four canvases of art surrounding him help put into context) sitting on a crate, with a guitar by his side. I assume he made the drum sounds by beating on the crate at intervals. Best wake up call this week. For some reason everything smells like vanilla now. Thanks beatnic.

Red Line Karaoke??

I cannot!!!! The train pulled to a stop, but we're too far up, so they have to back up the entire train. If only people waiting on the platform could stand behind the yellow line, we could actually back up... While we wait, we get a free round of Karaoke a la señor off-key vocals. It started with Mario's all time #1 remix of "you say I'm just a friend...girl I can beee your faaantasssy..." and ended with some lyrics I could've even decipher. Sir, get your pitch right! I cain't!

Señor Jock

Riding the train at night makes me super aware of just how many men are on board. The ratio is something like 5:1, which makes me slightly uncomfortable, and definitely more observant...(except for these little blogging interludes).

Tonight, Señor Jockstrap has boarded the train, laid down his leather coat and is quickly (very quickly) making himself at home. He pulls a bottle of lotion out of his stuffed gym bag, squirts and rubs it into his hands, and then sits back, arms up over both opposing headrests as if waiting for the intoxicating powers of an Axe body lotion to take effect. He's fidgety too. Minutes later, he's sitting cross-legged, stretched across two seats, with his bag and coat stretched across another two. Uh oh, he's getting dressed again. We must be getting close. Lol #ICan't!!