lost on the train_____

2/3 train, 96th street to Clark Street, September 18th, 2014
I got on the wrong train. Uptown in stead of down. I started chatting with him, telling him I’m a native New Yorker and yet I still get discombobulated. He was a good listener. He responded with something that was very much like this poem. I asked him to write it down. His shirt is the name of his new enterprise: Black Iron Burger.

Lost on the train
going uptown,
wrong side
no conductor
I missed my stop
fell asleep
where am I?
Information anyone…
Welcome to the MTA

Read a poem by Donald L.

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