US-1 New York, the Subway
I am in the wrong way
the first night in the subway
under much
Masculine stare
In Beijing, the subway is clean and bright but here
I feel like crawling
in the tunnels dug by moles
The coin phone remains the only
hope for rescue
I lost several quarters
before my trembling fingers
reached the cheap hotel
West 4. an accidental luck
sends me on my way
Browsing in an XXX shop
Bright opposite the bus terminal
I savor the openness
of America
Outside, men with big frame
Stand in silence
Casting nonchalant eye
On passers-by
I am no better than he is
who sleeps on the ground
behind the counter
waiting to be driven away
when business starts
I am killing my hours
late at night
at the New York bus terminal
sitting at a table
pretending to have eaten
some food
reading a newspaper
picked up from trash can