100 Words: Subway Happiness

The L train between Bedford and 1st ave is a good 3-4 minute ride. A pair of hip hop subway-pole-dancers were in the car.  I have seen this act before.  Despite our habitual public transportation scowls, drab grey coats that were still holding the cold wind between our layers, their big smiles, willingness to swing and play, made my insides move,  mimicking their bodies’ waves and pulses to the scratchy audio tape. They performed inspite of us, but also FOR us, some who didn’t want to be distracted and some grateful for the drop in the bucket.