August Poem 12: Blue Brotherhood

Next to the turnstile, he flashed his badge

To the booth and pushed the handicapped gate.

The booth man leaned into the microphone.

“You ain’t one of ours. You pay like the rest.”

Badge in hand, Jenkins eyed a uniformed

Officer standing passed the gate keeping

The crowd back from the yellow safety zone.

Jenkins said, “Hey! Tell him to let me pas.”

The officer walked over. He looked at Jenkins

And his badge. Slightly shook his head. Looked to

The booth, and said, “Go on. Let the man through.”

The clerk rolled his eyes and buzzed Jenkins through.

The officer said, “The guy is an ass.

Jump the turnstile. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

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