Panic

Why did the son-of -bitch stand?
I need to keep pushing,
Just another foot
And I’ll reach the overhead storage.

Didn’t I say “excuse me”?
I’ve got to get passed these morons,
All these people now standing,
Blocking my path.

OK. Nice of this young guy to help.
What now?
No room to put the luggage down.
No one deplaning.

Am I claustrophobic?
I remember this feeling.
Train door closing,
Space by the door... jammed.

My daily waking nightmare.
In the center of the subway car I see a space.
If I push a little more I’ll reach Nirvana
A quiet place with a pole to grip.

Jets have no quiet place,
Unless you remain seated.
Why not wait for the others to pass?
Next time I’ll do that!