Train conductor gives me too much change for my senior fare
Thinks I got on later than I did, won’t change it
And I worry that I’ll have a problem on my return trip
Taxi to doctor’s office, good driver gets good tip
Old couple in waiting room—full of complaints and whining
The wife is the patient, he’s grumpy, says they’ve been there all day
She says she’s hungry, he grunts and gripes and bitches
Pregnant woman with hubby & two small kids, one with a problem
And like me, they’re all here to see the famous specialist

Free ride on the bus back because I only have bills, no change
Nice black woman tells me my transfer doesn’t work on the subway
I walk four blocks for the bus, find out that the streets will close
Because Michelle Obama is going to the Metropolitan Opera
Bus finally comes, morbidly obese woman begs for ride and gets it
And winds up squeezing between me and another woman
Rocking back and forth against us with every move of the bus
The other woman finally finds another seat in the back
So there’s a little more room for me but not very much

It turns out to be the wrong bus after all, not the one I wanted
So I walk down 34th Street through Herald Square past Macy’s
Using my old-time brisk young New Yorker walk
See a young couple with baby, the man is pushing the stroller
What a welcome sight—it’s about time—equal rights for daddy
Three more blocks to Penn Station, I take the first train to Newark
Young Sikh with beautiful orange turban sits next to me
My train leaves Newark as I arrive so I take the next one
It’s already boarding and I have no trouble with my ticket

I got good news from the cancer specialist
He says the melanoma in my eye is dead as mutton
I don’t have to see him for another six months
And New York City is a great place in the spring.

©2009 Dorothy Miller Gutenkauf