Finding Faces in the Subway
You can’t find any clouds underground but I still sometimes try to find faces.
Without arms like Popeye, it’s not safe to lock eyes, so I find faces in different places.
Appropriately enough, on Manhattan, there isn’t one. But, if you’re really looking,
There’s one facing east in the East River between the bridges of Manhattan and Brooklyn.
Brooklyn’s got such a big head, you’re there no matter which borough neighborhood you’re in,
with his Neanderthal forehead, enormous nose, closed mouth, and sizable chin.
The other Brooklynite man is gnarly and mangled and stares into Jamaica Bay.
And there’s an Egyptian staring back at him from Far Rockaway.
There are two facing Staten Island from what looks like the ocean on the island’s west coast.
It’s actually Jersey making these faces and shaping this borough’s culture the most.
Below the Long Island Sound from the Bronx to Queens you’ve got a story that’s endearing and sad:
an innocent infant in Queens looking up at his ugly old borough-bouncing dad.
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