wow, transit strikes really make you appreciate rat infested subways don't they?! because, there is nothing like walking 20+ blocks in the freezing cold just to get to work. i always say work is over rated, and it is today more than ever. nonetheless, i am here workin' hard or hardly workin' (take your pick) thinking, "how the HELL am i going to get home in this mess??!!!"
my ode to the subway:
oh subway, how i love & miss you
today i long for your pungent smell,
the crazies rappin', sellin', beggin' back & forth through each car
oh how i long for your touch--the slimy & grimy poles/handrails carrying with them the remains from sweaty palms
oh what am i to do today
without your furry rat friends scampering about the tracks?
oh how i miss and long for all your lovely features:
your lovely orange decor,
the lovely poetry scrawled along your walls,
the screeching sound you make as you rumble along the rails,
how you jerk and lunge going through the tunnels.
today i feel only a wave of nostalgia when i think of you oh subway...
crowding into your cars,
squeezing through your doors at the last second,
sprinting down your stairs in my stilettos,
gum sticking on my shoes, seat, and coffee staining my pant cuffs
smelly men treating me as eye candy,
oh how those days will be missed!
oh the good times we have had
all the days, all the nights
the late late nights
everyday to & fro
but not today, but not today
**photos: subway @ 34th my subway stop @ work 5th ave & 53rd, nyc subway map, & people walking/biking/roller skating accross the brooklyn bridge this morning (nytimes photo)...
1 comments:
Really feel for you and all New Yorkers. Couldn't have come at a worse time. There are better ways to feel French than going on strike!
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