Commuters lament
My lamenter’s commute
Descending
Down
Down
Down
Not out, not in
Just down again,
Through the abyss
Of hellish heat and
Too many people
With nowhere to go.
For reasons that sound like
Trains stalled
Signals crossed
Tracks broken
Well loved? No, used.
We sit again, stand again, crowd again, sweat again, complain again, scream again,
Swear…again…
That we’ll never ride again.
And yet we do go down again
Descend again
Resign
And then
Another commute,
Another lament,
This torture and our temperament.
♥
Ryan Vale McGonigle
NB: I’m starting a counter for how many days it takes to “fix” the system that should have been completely overhauled a long, long time ago. And for the record, pretty new concourses are absolutely not a distraction, nice try Penn.