Like, whose definition of quiet are we riding under?
There is noise
The steady roar of the air conditioning
The muffled rumble of steel wheels on steel rails
A sneeze
A cough
The blunt tap of finger on touch screen
A rustle from a paper or magazine
It allows one to sleep
Or to think
About the Japanese man across the isle
Or his Japanese wife
I think they're Japanese
And where they are taking his parents
Or her parents
Is it a day in the city?
If so, which one?
New York?
Philly?
DC?
They are both older than I
And as I sit in the quiet car I wonder
Can they still hear the noises I do?
Can you?
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