The Train whistles and sounds
Into the early morning:
while the cricket’s chirps frantically
at the clicking sound of rusty old tracks;
my heart beat faster than ever,
I had to park my new car;
under the old train bridge
and board the 6:25 to
Bridgton
The homeless drug addicts
Seem quite content with their long term residency
Car 59
I looked to my left, then to my right
The foul-smelling car made the morning gloomy
Should I sit, or should I stand
Something about the early morning commutes
That really annoys this Staten Island's South Shore commuters
the stench in car 59
The sunlight slowly made its way into the day close to seven am
But somehow the addict and his partner didn’t seem to care
who broad car 59
so many dialects , so many nationalities
my heart beat faster , than ever
Why the hell doesn’t Metro North clean up the
this train line…
,
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
The Train whistles and sounds
Into the early morning:
while the cricket’s chirps frantically
at the clicking sound of rusty old tracks;
my heart beat faster than ever,
I had to park my new car;
under the old train bridge
and board the 6:25 to
Bridgton
The homeless drug addicts
Seem quite content with their long term residency
Car 59
I looked to my left, then to my right
The foul-smelling car made the morning gloomy
Should I sit, or should I stand
Something about the early morning commutes
That really annoys this Staten Island's South Shore commuters
the stench in car 59
The sunlight slowly made its way into the day close to seven am
But somehow the addict and his partner didn’t seem to care
who broad car 59
so many dialects , so many nationalities
my heart beat faster , than ever
Why the hell doesn’t Metro North clean up the
this train line…
,
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