Round Trip

Tourists with their guidebooks eyes lost with wonder,
Pushed aside by tired commuters in rush hour crowds,
Minds elsewhere,
Perhaps Tokyo, Milan, Shanghai, anywhere,
Besides the crowded tuesday commute anywhere,
Lost in a guidebook,
Amongst tired commuters,
On a tuesday commute,
Dreaming of New York.

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