Fortune-teller

Sometimes, on Line 9
The train driver warns
All passengers
Over the sound system
“Beware, there are pickpockets
On the platform”
And, sure enough, you see them
Three girls, Romany
They heard the train driver
So they don’t move
One looks at her feet
One looks at the ads
One looks elsewhere
They’re funny and patient
They’ll take the next train

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A Cyclops

There’s a beggar
On Line 9
His gig is gross
He has an eye covered with a
Bloody and dirty oozing dressing
This guy has been there
Almost every day for years
Weeping out of his one eye
With the same bandage on his face
That he dipped in the sewer or somewhere
The routine is such that
Kids going to school
Are not scared and don’t care
Only tourists are impressed
Late at night
When the city’s real sorrow
Shows its crying face
I’ve never seen the guy
On Line 9
Beggars work 8-to-5

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Single mother

Weekday
Very late really
She comes into the train
Going East
With a 7 or 8 y.o.
She looks ok
Shiny eyes, a bit wobbly but
Not mean
The kid too looks ok, hot
Red cheeks, tired
Tagging along
Bums, junkies, winos
Grey after work sad folks
Paris’ dirty underwear
In plain sight
I can’t help but think
What in hell is this kid doing
On Line 9 this late
I hope it’s good news

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