I sit down on the train with my big pocketbook the guitar and a sugar-free drink I wipe the sweat off of my brow with the side of my arm and take off all that I can
I am trying not to have a bad day everybody knows the way that is
Even though my baggage and I are using up a two person seat I`m not trying to be funny but the guy who sits down next to me is even bigger than that we are overflowing out of the seat I can`t look at him he doesn`t look at me
Once you step on you might never get off of the commuter train it doesn`t go very far away but just the same it s a trip and a half
My face is pressed up against the window and through it I can see the reflection of the train I spy on the big guy sitting next to me he`s drinking two beers and reading the New York Post trying not to get in my way everybody knows the kind of day that is
He is miserable I am miserable we are miserable can`t we have a party would he rather have a party after all we have to sit here and he`s even drinking a beer I want to ask him what`s his name but I can`t cause I`m so afraid of the man on the train
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