And the whole town's
Gone underground
Waiting for the train
Can hardly remember
This morning's rain
Down here, we're all so close
Your breath on my neck
My breath on her sleeve
Down here, it doesn't matter
That hours ago
I left my umbrella in some room
Doesn't matter who I miss
Or what I crave
Doesn't matter if you've got on
Gold peep-toes
Or a shiny yellow slicker
'cause down here
We're not going anywhere
But home
2 comments:
Love the subway poems!! More...??
Mom
I think Ms Gold Peep Toes might not be going home, but going to work...but maybe that's just a hunch.
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