Rhythm

I wrote this last fall, and it is one of my favorite pieces:

Rhythm.
by Ryan Cupo

Quick! Run! Up the stairs, to the podium,
Seven ‘o’ five, never late, except when
You’re early. A bustle of people, crowding,
Rushing on. Relief. No seat. Not today.
More people crowd. The stops fly by. Thorndale,
Downingtown, Whitford. More and more crowded.
Exton, Malvern, Paoli. My knees shake.
Radnor, Villanova, Rosemont. People,
Begin to empty. A seat, quick! Grab it!
Turn to the window, how gorgeous, don’t look!
Did she see you? Look back. Gazes meet. No!
Look away! Towards the isle. Haverford,
Ardmore, Wynnewood. Stop. Should I say something?
Maybe. Maybe not. Narberth, Merion,
Next stop I will. Overbrook. Start to speak.
She gets up. No, please stop! Quick say something!
She’s gone. Center City. My stop. I leave.
My heart sinks. Then I forget. Tomorrow.

The story line is based on a collection of true events, but the meaning is not solely about love/women...