mr.turschmann:
padded feet trotting / on sultry summer platform / oh how I crave grass
mr.turschmann:
wheels are whispering / on streets through the crisp spring breeze / crosswalks mark the time
mr.turschmann:
sunny spring mornings / with cigarette scented air / saturate the street
mr.turschmann:
in the park behind / blooming tulips make you smile / if you stop to look
mr.turschmann:
the concrete flowers / bloom for busy bees, under / fluorescent night sky
mr.turschmann:
it rained all last night / and left a portrait of me / in the spring bustle
mr.turschmann:
old air underground / cherry blossoms bloom above / not for me to see
mr.turschmann:
lonely is the top / as stale summer air gathers / the steward perches
mr.turschmann:
while walking the streets / it occurs to me, sometimes / whose eyes are on me
mr.turschmann:
fading daylights rush / Intriguing figures pass by / surprises me
mr.turschmann:
washington’s brick path / no breeze blows on this short night / yet khor brothers cools
mr.turschmann:
the morning bustles / not today, I wonder why / I’m contemplating
mr.turschmann:
oh, my friend / a misty morning we share / waiting, pondering
mr.turschmann:
platforms lone embrace / two figures apart, patient / Subway whispers come
mr.turschmann:
strolling in summer / for a friend or me I buy / salt water taffy
mr.turschmann:
through subway's glass / watchful eyes staring ahead / train's embrace awaits.
mr.turschmann:
hot summer boardwalk / as the wanderers pass by / you watch the tram car please
mr.turschmann:
dim subway platform / handrail frames the moment / a smile noticed ( the handrail portrait)
mr.turschmann:
hasty steps echo / blurry figure races by / the lex 63
mr.turschmann:
last train before spring / got my own wheels for the rest / urban streets ahead
mr.turschmann:
summer's sweet embrace / cone in hand, bench beneath me / chillin, calm, and cool.
mr.turschmann:
congested platform / a tiresome journey, yet / a clever seat found
mr.turschmann:
Cruisin 31st
mr.turschmann:
chilly spring morning / a sidewalk puddle remains / gracefully leaping
mr.turschmann:
33rd
mr.turschmann:
quiet streets surround / my crisp, breezy corner / until I fly
mr.turschmann:
The subway breeze cools / sweat from my brow / momentarily
mr.turschmann:
The Commuters Anchor
mr.turschmann:
as I traverse / subways secret world unfolds / yet unknown remains
mr.turschmann:
the sizzling asphalt / a man stands tall and aware / black socks reveal truth
