POETRY: TRAIN

This isn't my stop

“Everyone off” said the man

He isn't joking

The train's not moving

There's an accident ahead

Now I have to walk

Cold air bites my face

Like lemmings we cross traffic

Hopeful for a bus

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Riding the train into Seattle the other day there was an accident in the tunnel, where the train was suppose to go, and so we all got dumped out on the outskirts of the city with the instruction to "Find a bus and hope it takes you to where you need to go."