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5:50 Transit to Nowhere
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Plays/Shorts At 5:50 am on the midtown transit I hurl through the underbelly of Chicago’s Loop.
In the far corner is a man with black hair, glasses and sporting a dark blue jumpsuit. Most likely a factory worker coming home from his graveyard shift to five children and his lovely young wife. Two seats up is a woman putting on fire-engine red lipstick while squinting in a mirror the size of her middle finger. Not exactly the Foley’s type, but perhaps a Dunkin’Donut cashier on her way to meet the baker and his day-old dozen. To the side is a guy who is half conscious of his surroundings. Most likely burnt out on five hits of his dime drug he got from his cheap ass dealer only an hour ago. In front of him is a young girl who seems to be afraid of anything within a ten foot radius. Definitely not from Chicago, but most likely from some small farm town in Ohio. She probably came out to Illinois to attend Northwestern on a full scholarship, but flunked out after one semester. Instead of going home to mommy and daddy, she decided to work at Mervyn’s in the towel section coordinating blacks and whites.
As for the person sitting in my seat... I happen to be a starving artist who lives by day selling hot dogs and by night creating masterpieces that will never show nor sale. Most likely I’ll spend the rest of my life on the 5:50 transit analyzing people who I want to be like, or simply who are very much like me. At least they have somewhere to go whether it be home, Mervyn’s or even Dunkin’ Donuts. All I have is my masterpieces, my hot dogs and a daily destination on the 5:50 transit to nowhere.
