Feb
3rd
Fri
3rd
ODE TO THE G TRAIN
Your metal doors do not like diamonds glow,
And few admire your bright green neon face
You travel not where I most yearn to go,
And at a slow and steady snail-like pace.
Our schedules seem forever out of sync,
When I arrive of course you will have gone,
I patiently await you on the brink,
And wonder if your signal’s even on.
And you’ve been known to up and skip a station
So where you’ll go is anybody’s guess,
You travel on a route of your creation,
As if it satisfies you to digress.
And though I speak not praise, I must confide,
From Kings to Queens, you’re all I’ll ever ride.
— Hannah Rosenthal
(via Metropolitan Diary)
