Musical Missed Connections
Poet in the Trench Coat
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
You were v. passionately talking about publishing something with your friend.
I might have been eavesdropping, but I think your friend said something about Arizona.
I’ve lived there the past three years, so that immediately caught my attention.
He got off at Bedford; you Lorimer.
You threw out your chipotle cup upon exiting the train and looked back to see if I was watching.
I was.
I was in a skirt, shirt and scarf.
You were wearing a green trench coat and pants that were secretly not so secretly too short.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Following the Brooklyn missed connections feed is like getting a box, bag, or bottle of whatever your favorite vice is – tantalizing to the senses yet so easy to overdo! Honestly, I have so many saved Brooklyn messages that I probably never be able to share them all (unless for some reason the feed completely dries up – and what’s the likelihood of that?). The train messages are without a doubt my faves. I imagine people riding in relative silence waiting for the moment when they can post a message about the person sitting near them. 🙂
