Dude, Listen To This...

So I'm waiting for the train yea?

You know. I've been at Luke's and I'm at the Logan Square Blue Line stop. I want to get on the train that's headed south. Because I live two stops south of Luke. And we all know that late at night the train only comes every half-hour.

And it's late at night and shit. So to pass the time, I bang out a rhythm on a metal pedestal. It's not really a pedestal, but a sort of metal easle that holds up a map of the system--a map of the train system with the blue and the brown and the red and the purple and the green and the yellow,...did I say blue? Cause it's on there too.

Anyway, I sing and at the same time bang on a garbage can in rhythm. Over the loud speaker I'm told to stop. And I'm wearing a pair of Levis Strauss jeans ("low loose bootcut") from Target and a black "Chicago Blues Festival" T-shirt and white Hanes socks and Nike "Cortez" sneakers and "Banana Republic" boxer-shorts. They're not actually "boxer's shorts", but underwear. Oh, and I'm wearing a collared shirt that buttons up. It's from The Gap. An ex-girlfriend bought it for me.

And so I'm told to stop, and I stop. Then I start banging again on the garbage can, and the rhythm is groovy in that you can groove to it. It's not a new rhythm, but it's a rhythm that grabs me by the throat and I can't stop. And then I hear the "Boo-doo" chime that normally introduces an official CTA statement. And the voice asks something like, "Do you want to be arrested for banging on a garbage can?" And I think, "Yes I want to be arrested for banging on a garbage can." But I stop with the rhythm and then the train comes and then I go home.