I ride the train into the city
Most days
And I wear my earbuds
Snaking out of my hoodie
Leaning against the window while
The guy in the cheap suit next to me
Reads his paper.
This morning the train stopped in Maywood,
Seems some poor soul
Flung themselves on the track again
In the path of the 6 am express.
Now we have to wait
While they clear the track
And inspect,
The ambulance wailing off down the street to LUMC
Only five blocks away.
My friend Amy works there in the ED,
And she says
It happens all the time !
It happens all the time.
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Paycheck Blues
PoetryIntentionally grim thoughts written in a blue funk :( Ramen noodles and SpaghettiOs. Or, how to juggle your cash until payday without starving ! Life in the city. Chicago.
