Having spent two months in New York this summer, I rumbled through various subway stations on the trains to'ing and fro'ing from place to place. I saw, like the rest of New York, the familiar faces; the commuters scurrying onto the trains anxiously in the AM and moping back on, sweaty and tired in the PM, the beggars and the homeless pleading for money, shaking their cups, the young and old puerto rican families, the macho builders finishing their shifts earlier in the day and loudly bantering and the drunken partygoers falling in and out of the doors and sleeping through their destinations.
It was a few weeks into my trip I first experienced the subway dancers. To us tourists, they're often a group of young (between 7 and 21 year old) boys who get on the train with their speakers blaring, jump skip and dance around the carriage using the rails as their apparatus, they then ask for donations and off they go onto the next train. It's fun, exciting and gives you a taste of the real New York hustle - however it seems to most of the local residents, they're more of an annoyance, disrupting the peace and bothering passengers.