by Alex Shapiro
Frosted palms clasp the nicked, smudged silver stall, lift and swing their poised body clean into stride over the turnstile, distressed coat compressing and poofing back to width upon dismount. Leathered fingers fondle their tattered pass like a poker chip and press until the screen greens in confirmation. Tote bags float above the chirping turnstile.
Image: Twitter, photo from 1980.
Mason Street 