Pic Poetry: Penn Station Postscript

[Charlesjoseph]

Penn Station Postscript

Late one night while waiting for the cattle car,
I studied the faces of a hundred miserable humans.

With all seats occupied by blue and white collars,
I discovered a man more miserable than all of us.

He slept slumped over a trash receptacle,
Cockeyed, he nodded in and out of his oblivion.

Uncomfortable in the solitude of his humble home,
somewhat invisible to bystanders.