8/24/07

TRANSPORTED / Commuter’s Last Wish














Commuter’s Last Wish
by E Fitz Smith

You talk wildly
and I listen,
captive of your
strong opinion.

Please tuck your knees
as I silently scream.
Your groovy boots
have a split in the seam.

When we rattle rails
over the last river,
torture soon to end,
relief delivered.

If there were terror...
in the tunnel...
before this last stop...
I would still be your patriot friend.

E Fitz Smith ©2007

1 comments:

Corti said...

I adore this poem. Ah, the joys of the Metro North.