“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.
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