The trains hums past
and everyone covers their
or they ignore that it’s there.
and exit it, and the train
forgets who was there to begin with.
State Street is busy with
the noise of the homeless shaking their change cups
and people talking too loud on
their cell-phones to ignore them.
A guy asks me if I smoke
weed and I deny the offer
because I couldn’t afford it
even if I did smoke weed.
There’s a sign on every street corner
“3,000 people in Chicago get hit by cars every year”
and some days
I wish I was one of them.
But most days
watching couples holding hands at
the ice-rink in Millennium Park
3,000 people will get
hit by cars in Chicago this year.
The train will still hum
and the homeless are still freezing.