I saw the sunset from the front of the G train tonight. The subway stopped and stammered and I couldn’t get my footing right. I tied my scarf for the walk home the sun went down by 5:45. But I saw the sunset tonight.
I saw the sunset from the front of the G train tonight. I saw an Asian boy staring out the window at the light. We didn’t see a single sunrise at 6:30 AM. It’s been a cloudy week and cold as ice. But I saw the sun set over the tracks tonight.
I saw the sunset from the front of the J train tonight. I took a couple pictures and the workers thought that I wasn’t quite right. I see them every day, we all battle for a seat, it’s been a long damn week, we gotta rest our tired feet.
But I saw, (repete) the sunset.
But I saw messages that say that life’s better than this. I followed it down to the ground and took a seat with the other stiffs I faced my weekend fright, looked forward to my Friday night. I let my worries burn like files inside the fire and lights when I saw the sunset.