Wednesday, September 22, 2010

the light at the end of the tunnel

If you lived at the end of the line
I could sleep on the train with impunity
And rather than cursing this needless reversing
I'd awaken right in your community

Coney Island, Canarsie, Court Square
I'd be near you if you lived near there
Though it's surely pitch dark up in Pelham Bay Park
We could take in the fresh night air

Now in Boston a man long deceased
Couldn't pay when the T fare increased
But I'd trade him this card not to be drunk and tired
On a platform in New York East

To Far Rockaway isn't that far
When passed out in the first A car
I'd be sleeping around but reliably found
Where you lived at the end of the line