Subway Poem 7
I’ve started believing that if you wait long enough, the train will come, and if you wait even longer, it’ll go, then come again and go, come again and go, and probably if you waited even longer, the building would crumble and the tracks erode. No, that’s not right. It would all just get slicker and newer and faster, and you’d still be standing on the platform when it started wearing down again, and hell, you’d think, I’ve been standing here since it only cost a buck to get on this train. And you’d laugh at all the suckers who paid $2.25, laugh and laugh, and they’d look at you like you were just some crazy on the platform, standing there while the trains enter and leave the station, again and again, like the most obedient of sunrises.