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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