“A private club with a cool yellow and blue membership card.”

Mornings. In verse.

Every morning –

You read mine. I read yours.
The MTA Book Club.

A, B, C, D, E
F, G. Empty subway cars
tend to be stinky.

New York – A private
club with a cool yellow and blue
membership card.

There are more hearts
stolen than bags on the L Train
every morning.

Two fifty for a
Front row seat. A low priced
ticket to the circus.

Most city folk have
a subway strategy.