A poem paying a tribute to the New York City Transit Trains.
As I start traveling;
My mind starts raveling.
Seeing people going in and out;
Seeing people up and about.
From a woman sitting with their honey;
To men dancing and singing for money.
You can’t find these with no other source;
You‘ll have to jump on the iron horse.
Take it up, take it down;
Take it all around the town.
Go from Bronx to Brooklyn;
Even to Queens to see what’s cookin’.
I like to go to Manhattan the best;
Cause it’s got this place called L.E.S.
It may not be the clean; it may not be bright;
But I’d take my train all day and all night.
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