New Jersey to New York

Flying to, by way

of subway

darkness, madness, sadness

orange light emitted from fluorescents

depressing actually.

The sunrise or blue daylight emerges,

Leaving behind

The sunset of morose tunnel.

Arriving in orange seats

Arriving in style

Arriving in New York

Arriving in… a hole?

Hearts lurch just as the train does.

Where are we? How are we?

Me, I'm just fine maybe,

But not the 3,000 people that rest here.

Did they think

They'd be fine, just like I?

Sitting in orange seats

Sitting in Style

Sitting in New York

Sitting in a hole in the ground

Left behind after the collapse

Of our hearts.