Babe on the subway

Paul Perry is a poet, writer, actor, teacher and Shankees Baseball empressario. He shares his poetry with us from his home in Buenos Aires.

a babe on the subway

she has the hottest legs

skin golden brown

a body that seems to have been truly molded by god himself

and she stands about 2 feet from where i placidly sit.

she stands reading an instruction manual of some sort

and she wears a short blue skirt and matching high heel pumps.

her toes are perfectly proportioned so that every toe descends in perfection

and every now and then

she turns slightly to show me some more of what she has to offer some lucky guy.

i sit,

trying to read my bukowski book

but i can not concentrate

(sorry charles).

meanwhile

the subway gets more and more crowded

so i lose sight of the only beautiful thing to look at down here.

i spot her

standing behind a small mass of hanging bodies,

as miraculously

the seat next to me clears

and somehow,

as if out of a dream,

she appeared from behind the wall of drawn fabric

and sat down by my side.

she sits next to me for a couple of stations

as i think of something cool to say before it's too late.

finally

i get up the nerve to say something to her.

i turn and say;

"you got great legs"

she gives me a strange look,

gets up,

and walks away.

i never did know what to say to women.

paul perry