Morning song

Every Morning at the 45th Street subway station. It is July and it is very hot and humid. Standing in 105°, I wonder why I actually put make up on and why did I actually shower? I decided it was a waste of time and of sleep, there is mascara all over my face, my make-up runs, my hair is frizzy to death, my clothes are sweaty and I conclude that I will go to work in my pajamas tomorrow! Looking to my right I see Mr. Rat again, every morning he looks out of the hole in the wall, seems like he wants to say hello to me so I don't forget where I am, New York. Weird liquid is dripping on my head, moving doesn't work, nothing changes. So I try to ignore whatever might be dripping on my head. My Asian friends are there too, every day the first thing these two men do is spit everything possible out of their body onto the tracks, sometimes this can take 10 minutes. This particular morning, I was especially annoyed and tired, I hear two Mexican guys talking about me. Even though I don't really understand what they are saying in Spanish, I get it. They are pointing at me and giggling like to school boys. I try to ignore it and try to stare down the tunnel at the imaginary train which might appear out of the darkness some time soon. Base on how many people are waiting, it can't take much longer. Some people are already craning their necks down the track, as if that would make the train come quicker. Suddenly one of the Mexican guys is standing next to me. Without hesitation he starts speaking very fast Spanish to me, I stop him and tell him that I don't understand him, but he doesn't care at all. He goes on and on talking while he waves his arms and flashing me flirty smiles. I really don't understand a word and also am not in the mood to talk or try to talk. So I turn my back to him, but this doesn't stop him, and again I tell him that I don't get it. This goes on for 10 Minutes and then the rescuing R train comes, I get in and freeze to death, 10° or less in the train. Even though it seemed totally awkward, I really took my jumper with me and am putting it on now. A scarf around my neck I try not to shiver. I look at all the earplugged, the readers, the sunglasses wearing people and wonder what they might be listening to, reading or thinking. De Kalb Avenue. 105°. Bang! Maybe I should take the next train back and take a shower at home…..but no time for that, the masses push me to the exit and Downtown Brooklyn you got me again. Walking down the street the guys from the petrol station whistle again, the construction workers say hello. I walk by the old and skinny woman who is here every day, dressed nicely in fancy clothes. I can't figure out what she is doing, she always sits on that bench at metro tech, sometimes smoking, sometimes typing into her cell phone. And again, for a short moment I am shocked. The voices coming out of the trees, an art installation which has been there for years, I don't know if I will ever get used to it, it makes me shiver! As I learned to walk quickly in New York, I'm now nearly running. It is better to be ahead of the pack, then to be run over. So I run by all the already quick walking New Yorkers and make my every day marathon to work.