Penn Station
Down
The
Stairs,
And
Down
The
Stairs
To
The
Tracks,
A
Macramé
Of
Gleaming
Rails,
Shining
In
The
Ozone
Filled
Tunnels
Leading
Away
And
Away.
All
Is
Pent
Up
Heat,
Haste,
And
Oily
Electricity.
The
Metroliner
Shimmers
Silver
And
Aboard,
The
Air
Is
Cushioned
Cool.
Tug,
Shudder,
Movement
And
Forward
In
A
Linked
Column
Of
Passengers
To
Washington.
Up
And
Out
And
Over
The
Jersey
Flats,
Past
A
White
Heron
Poised
Among
The
Green
Slime,
Defying,
Like
Us,
Place
And
Time.
Down
The
Stairs,
And
Down
The
Stairs
To
The
Tracks,
A
Macramé
Of
Gleaming
Rails,
Shining
In
The
Ozone
Filled
Tunnels
Leading
Away
And
Away.
All
Is
Pent
Up
Heat,
Haste,
And
Oily
Electricity.
The
Metroliner
Shimmers
Silver
And
Aboard,
The
Air
Is
Cushioned
Cool.
Tug,
Shudder,
Movement
And
Forward
In
A
Linked
Column
Of
Passengers
To
Washington.
Up
And
Out
And
Over
The
Jersey
Flats,
Past
A
White
Heron
Poised
Among
The
Green
Slime,
Defying,
Like
Us,
Place
And
Time.
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