special dancers
by el presidente
On the F train one morning going to work. At one of the stops, a group of mentally disabled teens get on with what i assume are their teachers from whatever school they go to. Some of them get seats, some stand - nothing unusual.
The next stop an old man gets on with a contraption of musical devices strapped to his chest. He's one of those one man band guys. He presses a button and the cheesy drum machine and keyboard starts up. I forgot if he was playing the trumpet or saxophone, but when he started playing, all the teens i had mentioned before began to 'bob' around and dance in the very crowded train.
The old man seemed to enjoy it, and the teens were all smiles. I sat there in wonderment and 'half-awakeness', and then cursed myself for not having a camera with me.
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