Subway Elegy
Submarine sandwich
waiting for the subway
listening to those homesick blues.
Missing the old country,
living in the big city
waiting for a small miracle to get me where I want to go.
Peeling paint behind me ,
behind that old poster ,
showing the latest movie which I think I saw a last year.
Wondering why I'm here,
why he's never there,
and why I can never catch the L on a Friday morning.
Train pulling in,
pulling people pushing out,
with me on a platform standing still.
A half-eaten sandwich,
a head full of Dylan
and a pocket full of tokens I'll never use.
© 2001 Annmarie O'Connor
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