i ride the train every day

Detour to Q train, Jan. 18th, 2014
A freezing night. Twelve Degrees. The Q train is messed up. A shuttle bus and then jitters before I meet eight Brooklyn flex-style dancers and film them on the Q train to Coney Island. Howard and I strike up a conversation about the fate of the Q and I ask. Another native New Yorker with that streak of optimism. I agree! It “never gets old!”

I ride the train
    every day.
The train it takes me on
    its way.
No matter what, no matter where
My train, my train
it gets me there.
By Day, by night
In heat or cold
Riding my train
    Never gets old!

Read a poem by Caroline M

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