Not even here, on this
shared commute would they meet.
The man in overalls doesn’t bother
scraping layers of dry paint
from his fingers before biting down
on a nail. Though he wants
a little more room on the train
he will not get close to the three piece suit
hovering above him.
They rock for a couple of stops,
jacket swaying near stiff jean,
but nothing could make
the toes of the construction boot
and the polished wingtips touch.
Musical composition by Victor David Sandiego