Yellow Line

Yellow Line

Underground

Red wine in my veins and

I’m underground

Sore toes and nervousness

Rocking gently.

Shallow breaths in stale air

And rocking

Human scent and exhaustion

Loom low and heavy.

I hear my breath in my

Ears and the beat

Rocking, rocking

Taped shut mouth

And expensive eyeglass frames

And of course the New York Times

And rocking

Expired news, end of day

Rocking, rocking

Zipped and sealed

Hidden beneath

I shift my weight

And rocking

Rumbling, ringing, backbeats whispering

And rocking

Freedom, stars

The sweet familiar

Home and home

again