Stranger Beside Me on the Train
Splattered paint on jeans like a mural cover cold pale legs on a moving train
Converses beaten with color show a rainbow of hard work done by the feet it keeps warm
I don't know thge face beside me and I dare not look
I don't want to judge a book by the cover fot it is more important to judge their shoes
The sneaker cry creativity, art, and passion
And his body remains as still as a painting
The sneakers finally shift and leave at 14th Street
Only for a pair of black boots to take its position
