New York Subway - A Ride to Dream
Laijon
Liu 20151214
Now, For 7 Line Riders
The Far West Side is
No Longer Far. -NY MTA
Morning 5-6 o'clock
new immigrants on the train
half asleep, half conscious
some of them on their way to work
others off long hour night-shift to
home
their stressed expression, wrinkled
shirts
worn out working boots and
uniforms...
they speak my language, mixed
English and...
poor grammar short sentences in
strange accents...
they never have time and energy to
learn
they don't give shit, that's how
they can stay and survive
7-8 o'clock
young students with backpack
immigrant and native kids with New
York accent
on their way to school
to see what their nation has
promised them
they ride upbeat and know their
metro system
better than their textbook and changing neighborhoods
their baseball hats, football
jerseys, and basketball sneakers
all that their parents paid for them
9-10 o'clock
Native residents, career successful
office people
in their brand name fashionable
dress and suits stand on the train
they never have to rush to punch
their time cards
bury their faces in new york times
and expensive glossy magazines
they seem in control of their time
and work
their parents built the subway
their parents or great grandparents
rode early morning train
trains rock from stop to stop
there are finance, luxury shopping,
and entertainment districts
there are new immigrant concentrated
and crime neighborhoods
train rock from station to station
passengers get on and get off
going somewhere
in this great multi-culture megacity
in this great multi-culture megacity
going somewhere
in their own worlds, in their own heads
in their own worlds, in their own heads
going somewhere
like the NYC Metro routine, on schedule always
like the NYC Metro routine, on schedule always
to that forever unreachable
destination
