Michael Sesling has been writing about his daily commute on the C line - in poetry. From his latest poem:

and they stared
everyone looked at this seat
and then looked at everyone else
looking at the seat
but not a soul moved toward it
it just stayed
empty

some days an empty seat is like
an injured animal
being circled by hungry vultures
but this day
who knows why nobody made a move
maybe we were all too aware of our own selves

the woman in green sweater
seated in the adjacent seat
surely wondered why
everyone stood around
as she turned
looked
with a momentary stare
before she drifted back into
her shuffled papers