I hear the train conductor shout,
"Seven Express! Express! Express!"
The train doors close. The woman next
to me springs up but the train moves out,
passing Bliss Street and other stops.
She can get off where I get off,
and take the local back. Why does
she mind so much the ten minutes more
and which way she approaches Bliss,
why mind so much that she knocks
and knocks her head against the door,
if she is not thinking of love?