Subway Series ~Dreaded Joker Edition ~

 I stepped onto the crowded train. I’d had a long day and was looking forward to getting home and having my glass of red wine while going through the mail. Ledisi sang in my ears as I watched a woman have a conversation with her man while staring at me. Smh. 
I continued to watch the woman, who seemed to be having an in depth convo with her man, stare at me…and then I noticed...he kept looking over at me..I’m wondering if I’ve wiped off one of my eyebrows. I subconsciously look at my reflection in the window. I roll my eyes and avert my gaze thinking, “Fuckin’ weirdos”.  
I reach my transfer stop and scurry off of the express train to the waiting local. Sandwiched between two smelly men, I’m happy my train ride will be short. I look to my left and, over the sea of faces; I see the top of the head of a dread. Trying to see his face I’m ducking between people, tip toeing and staring. The guy next to him, who is obstructing my view, smiles. I roll my eyes and continue to try to see the man’s face. I frown thinking, “Of all the days for my x-ray vision NOT to work” lol 

I arrive at my stop and try to sneak another look and realize that he is getting off too. I push past the people in front of me trying to get closer. There is one person between us as I look him up and down from the back. His dreads are neatly braided going back and they reach his waist. He is about 6’2” with broad shoulders and slightly bowed legs. I imagine what that back would look like outside of his clothes.  He apparel leads me to believe he is a laborer or he’s coming from the gym. I watch as he walks, with a slight bop, down the stairs and leaves through the other side of the train station. I shake my head as if the erase the images that just flashed through my mind of us intertwined. I’m tempted to follow him. (I still haven’t seen his face) I decide it would be a better idea to go home and use the bathroom before I pee on myself.

The next day, my mind is elsewhere as I listen to my tunes and walk onto the train. A slow smile crosses my face as I spot a familiar head of braided dreads to my left. I take a seat and try to sneak a peek without being obvious. He was handsome. He resembled a lighter skin toned, younger Busta Rhymes. I noticed he was smiling too. I blushed slightly and turned away. I snuck another peek. His eyes were slightly red. He was still smiling. Hmm..I looked away. The train stopped, more people entered. I looked over. He was still smiling. He looked a little creepy. I looked away. I looked back. He was STILL smiling. He looked deranged. Why the hell is he STILL smiling? I averted my eyes and did not look again. Thinking to myself, this is what I get for chasing dreads. 


*ding dong* 
Thank you for riding the MTA