Late night on the north-bound 6 train, boarding at 14th St. Congregations gather to play whatever games were on the agenda for the day.
Kissed cheeks between friends, new acquaintances. Lips dancing for first date hopefuls. Interlocked hands of old lovers. Arguments off the tongues of the tired.
Shoulder to shoulder straphangers until Grand Central where many exit, bringing on new of the same old. 77th St tells the same tale as Grand Central; those standing now have a shot at relieving achy feet and joints. By 125th no Manhattan riders remain who are not colored.
New York only exists from Midtown to 14th to the mainstream.