Le soleil est près de moi

taking the g train to greenpoint. ipod dutifully on. this kid gets on somewhere after the myrtle stop. he's a white boy, kind of looks polish, and is in full homeboy sweatpants gear. grey sleeveless hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled over his head; black sweatpants that have "broadway dance center" printed down the right leg, left leg pulled up to his knee revealing dirt on his shin, high top nikes. he's got his ipod on too and is listening to music to his hip hop routine. he starts working out the moves: arms up & down, jerk to the side and quickly folded; knees up and back. rolling his eyes, twisting, trying to remember the moves, then twist & up again. and i'm watching him, listening to air...and somehow his moves, strangely disoriented, worked. didn't. yet..they did.