[leaveawhisper]

The hum and the clank would keep the human noise struggling to break the surface
if there were any human noise to drown out.
Something about the isolation of the car
and the reluctant grinding of steel, though, conducts immediate silence.
The ones who travel alone expect it,
welcome it. They come prepared,
with their books and their iPods and their tired eyes.
The ones who travel together watch them fill in six across with envy
and with the knowledge that they are out of their element.
The most garrulous ones may exchange,
between awkward, impatient glances, a hushed remark or two,
but when they’re trapped in such close quarters,
with nothing to distract them but the stale air and sudden lurches,
they invariably have nothing left to say to one another.
Not until the next stop
when the world opens up to them again
and hands them the stimulation they could not create on their own.
Before the rumbling stops and those doors slide open,
they are uninteresting and uninterested,
perfectly content to shut their mouths and lose themselves in half-conscious stupor.
In my own I realized what I was looking for. I want someone I can talk to
so easily that words still come on the subway.

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[kimson1000]

Try to rhyme more.