In a plastic bag
And I'm Coney Island bound
On the F-train
People are wearing pearls
And smacking gum
And reading the Post
And I'm wondering
If before all this
There was a rubber egg
If it came first
Came before this chicken
Wondering if home will come first
Come before the cyclone and the sea
Wondering if these doors will open
And I'll wander out to find a saner me
1 comment:
It would be interesting to get your literary take on this flight from Amsterdam to Dubai given your fascination with NY subways. The rubber chicken is about the only thing missing on this oversodl 747.
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