Lyd writes 12 Nov 2008 11:11 pm
Ode to the G Train
Going home at last,
G train take me back.
Wish you wouldn’t fly past
On the express track.
Up rolls the F train,
But I know I’ll be stuck
Waiting forever in vain —
Just my luck.
Bergen, Carroll, doesn’t matter.
I’ll wait impatiently to switch.
At night it’s even sadder
When I’m faced with this hitch.
I just want to get home,
With one seamless ride.
On foot I cannot roam
When it’s dark outside.
Where is my green escort?
Crap, orange rolls by.
The wait is never short.
G! Time to fly.