Safe Already

by Jeff Glovsky

They climb aboard at 49th Street.  “Moe” and his two stooge companions, rocking the train with loud, garrulous poses…Assertively, spread-legged to keep their balance, the three commence shouting and sharing their work day:  “Wait, we’re going downtown or uptown now?”

“Downtown,” one of the others responds.

“This is which train?”

“The R”.

The third of this astute triumverate adds, “If you learn anything on this job, know where you are,” he emphasizes.  “Always.”

“I’m Moe!” the rookie cop responds, laughing.  “That’s all I know.”

Just Got Here

by Jeff Glovsky

She tries to concentrate.  She’s got her book and glass of vino…She sips languidly, though, someplace else.  She laughs, and then she shakes her head.

Her book tents on the table now.  She’s pissed ’cause she can’t smoke here.  She’s all furious, and looking for someone to turn her anger on.  He’ll do, she seems to reckon…Turns and snipes his way unsexily.

He listens for a minute, smiling.

Senses his mistake, and leaves.


(Crash) Landing

by Jeff Glovsky

The crisp air snaps pretty and mightily…Through my teeth, I can feel it slice my skin.  Icy tingles, tense nerve endings, terrible shivers…

I ask how you can wear a skirt.

You ignore me.  That’s your prerogative.  You cross your thighs, apply some makeup…Purse your lips and paint and blush.

We rise when the boat docks (you uncross your thighs)…I say, “Have a nice day.  Keep warm (or try)!”

You smile dryly.  “Thanks,” you sigh, and rush off.

…your prerogative.



by Jeff Glovsky

Now why won’t you move your bag to the side?

Your bag, planted largely to your side, beside you, prevents me from trying to feel welcome.  I’d like to sit down, rest my feet for a minute.  Take a load off, get to know you…

Is that even possible?

Or not:  might not want to ‘bother’ you!  Engage you in intercourse, social or otherwise…Might just like to sit in peace.  Like you do.

…That’s not possible?