second impressions

the train screeched into the station-
through scratchiti windows
i could see my traveling companions
their loose clothes and loud logos
four young men in fresh sneakers,
and i,
well, i know everything about everyone.
with their wild expressions
and their skin
their voices booming through the yet unopened doors-
great, i thought,
already nursing an infant headache,
bracing myself for vulgarity and the ignorance of youth.
i stepped in.
from the other end of the car,
their conversation carried:

"Naw, yo! Time does NOT exist!"
"You crazy - yes it does!"
"Naw - time be an illusion!"
"Nigga, how you calling time illusion? It ain't yesterday no more. I be gettin' older, my hair gon' turn gray, so how you sayin' time ain't real?"
"You ain't listenin'. Yesterday ain't exist. Tomorrow ain't real. The only real is right now."