Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Ode to the Subway

Green
Somewhat clean
To the Bronx and Brooklyn
And all between
Reminiscent
Of a submarine

A million stairs
Screaming quads
The train is here!
What are the odds?

Get a seat
Will or won't I?
Pray not near
The sweaty, mean guy

Automated voices
Advise and warn
Doors held open
The voices scorn!

Mostly efficient
Entirely cool
I'll miss you lots
In graduate school






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