The other day on the subway into school in the morning, the car I got onto had only a handful of people in it, but it was full of the sound of Bill Haley's "Rock Around the Clock."
As it turns out, this spacey, kind-of-fat (late middle-aged) (black) (homeless) guy had some kind of transistor radio playing, as he was sprawled in a seat with his light tan overalls on, one flap unbuttoned off his chest and hanging down onto his leg.
He was just staring off into space for the whole ride while I was on the train, but I found myself tapping my foot as I was seated and then again as I was standing up by the door to hop on off at the stop I was going to.
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