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