sad scott matthew

i was riding the metro this morning listening to
sad scott matthew
and one of the fluorescent light-bulbs overhead
was ailing too
blinking and flickering on and off a little
the train was one of those long, continuous, corridor-trains
with no dividing doors
so i could see everyone riding till the end
it felt like looking at a screen
and everyone was silent and gloomy and bursting with
melancholy
like scott and me