June 27, 2011
another night on the 504 while away the time watching the sidewalk crawl beside me I saw the worn leather boots first pumping to reach their stop ahead of my streetcar black and silver boots running as the metal beast clacks along he barely makes it “thank you” his thick Scottish accent tumbles through the car at me and I’m in love with a punk rock boy . . .
Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 4. Purchase the book to read the full piece.
Toronto locations referenced in this piece
“his music fills the almost-empty car The Clash pounds past like it’s 1979 as we continue east on King towards 2009 . . . ” —King St.