a noteworthy exception of a darkness under the bridge
the universal opposite of the glow from a beer-filled fridge
floating with a bicycle up wet wooden stairs
black people talking loudly about something i can't quite hear

a few judgmental glances fail to figure a white kid out
i'd tell them what i'm up to but i would have to shout
in the middle of nowhere, insufficiently dressed
even if they could understand, they wouldn't be impressed

one of the girls is cute, though probably is not into shakespeare
which is why every romeo angle of mine only arouses the disinterested snicker
later i heard an old lady say something about obama and g.m.
that's when i knew that at public transport stops, in some way, it's still us and them