Screeching wheels

Race along

Cold steel tracks

Anxious people

Lean against walls

Listening to beats

Craning necks

Sounds and signals, speed and noise,
Adverts on a subway wall,
People's faces gray and ashen,
Do they see my face at all?

All

Space full of fuss

A train full of people

A tube full of trains

Welcome aboard as commuters take aim

Barge past the hump

Rolling down a stream of concrete

the hypnotism of broken lines pointing into forever

it seems an eternal road

all the vehicles

URBAN UNDERGROUND

Are you looking up at me

Just let your minds eye run free

Every time you join me down here

is the air above