Jan. 23, 2009, 2:24 a.m.
Q Train – Union Square to 7th Avenue
There are six men around me, and five are asleep. There’s the older man with a cup of tea in his left hand, scarf dangling loosely around his neck and his chin resting firmly in his pectorals. On his left is a much younger man with iPod earbuds plugged in, and next to him a man who seems to have just left a painting or construction or electrical job. The hood of his sweatshirt rests on the seat’s railing. Across the aisle the two last sleepers both have glasses, and both wear an air of working class dignity as they close their eyes, heads cocked to the right.
The train jolts to a stop between Dekalb and Atlantic and everyone wakes. Soon, they’re fast asleep again.