Down in tunnels rats scurry along tracks. People stand on platforms watching them race each other as buskers play jazz. Maybe they’re dancing. Rats holding each other tightly, swaying back and forth to a saxophone and cocktail drum. Old tunes by Coltrane and Evans. Brushes swirl softly.

Business men reading papers. Art students draw pictures of the scene. An old lady with hose around her ankles. A blind man tapping his walking stick. Homeless men talking to themselves; diging through trashcans.

The A train speeds into the station. Rodents have moved on. Someday, they’ll settle underneath the streets. Nomads  in search of a home.