Penn Station Dash
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After leaving the train
and my contemplations,
I run the Penn Station dash,
as I hurdle the homeless
and smash my token
into the turnstile slot.
Lady, lady, Watch Tower,
have you been saved?
Listen to me, Jesus loves you,
and he died for your sins.
Is it the 1 line, the 2 line, the 3 line,
the crowd squeezes into the train.
The blue-suited lady sits in the seat
where the wino was squashing his fleas.
Lady, lady, three penny,
coffee cup change.
Have you got the time? Spare me dime,
a quarter, a dollar or two.
Lady, lady, I lost them in 'Nam;
I've been stuck in the chair
ever since.
Paperback novel out of the sack,
down a chapter or two,
110th Street, back in the sack.
I jump out of the subway car door.
Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com