Sunday July 26
Jonathan Something Lyrics

An Indian man with a bright orange hat fixes his brim for it must have gone flat
His yellow vest seems to float flawlessly large as he’s met by a dwarf whom I’m guess is in charge
Cause he tells him “quit foolin’ around get back to your job”
Which consisted of moving a broom back and forth on the train station floor as a girl in a sparkly shirt and a gimp in her step fakes a laugh, which sounds more like a sob

A Korean boy dances in place near the track on top of a warning that says to “stand back”
I’m guessing he probably plays DDR from his move set it’s safe to assume he’s a star
Where he comes from. We get on the train. He draws samurai swords
I watch for a while but he gets lost in thinking of ideas and sooner or later I start to get bored
I watch a plump girl eat a meal in her seat. It looks like weird chicken or some foreign meat
The walls are all lined in a fake wood grain mess. She catches me staring; my eyes hit the deck.
And I can’t help but smile as it all just reminds me of home
The wood grain that is not the weird chicken girl who is currently sideways and talking real soft on her phone

A black fella struts with one pant leg rolled up, right off the train to the bed of his truck
A middle aged white woman watches him leave and I bet she’s a racist, but looks can deceive
Hey maybe she’s just got a thing for black men and afros
But if I was to judge by the look on her face she’ll most likely get home and tell her husband David or Richard or Harry she came within inches of being assaulted cause that’s just the way that it goes

The woman across from me looks like a peacock. She wears a blue shawl, purple shoes and a tank top
She must have at least 15 rings on each finger. Yes, easily 15 I’d say and it figures
She’s reading a paperback novel; I can’t read the name.
I wish that I could but I’m guessing, don’t quote me here, that it has something to do with a hunky young male in his 30s who sweeps up the girl who’s small life is just spinning in on end with no loss or no gain
Because it’s all just the same

I get off the track at the Providence station. The Korean boy passes me looking impatient
The weird chicken girl stares me down with a grin. I wonder if my life has yet to begin
And I think I’m the girl in the novel I just synthesized
Minus the hunky young man in his 30s, I’ve got no love story I just feel like each day starts and ends boring.
I wake up and walk through the motions each morning then pass through the day till I end up just closing my eyes

Yes minus the hunky young man in his 30s, I’ve got no love story I just feel like each day starts and ends boring.
I wake up and walk through the motions each morning then pass through the day till I end up just closing my eyes [x2]

That was the day I rode on the train, July 26, from Back Bay to Providence Station