Uptown Express

The rhythmic clatter of steel wheels under the carriage floor set a steady cadence as the A train cut through the dark tunnels toward Fort Tryon. Stowed safely in the open front pocket of your canvas coat, I pushed back the heavy lapel to survey the car. Across the worn ribbed flooring, fluorescent lights flickered softly against the yellow grab poles while quiet late commuters scrolled their phones. Reaching out with both hands, I caught the cold, knurled zipper pull on your jacket pocket, using it as a solid handhold against the train's lateral sway. The uptown run takes time, partner, but feeling the city's pulse beneath us is half the mission.