Poetic transport

Author’s Note: This poem is inspired by MTA’s Poetry in Motion

Chillin’ on the B38

I'm left to contemplate

This poetry in motion

Definitely takes devotion

What poetic words can I say

about the infamous MTA?

Frequent train delays

Rats invade subways

Times Square station is reportedly clean

Eating off its floor has yet to be seen

Sometimes this bus I ride

Can be a pain in my side

Its overcrowding and lateness

Many say “I’m not going to take this!”

Nearby is a train called G

Not always reliable for many

Even though all service isn’t bad

Constant fare hikes make us mad

How can members say there’s no money

When new projects are created yearly?

Our system keeps NYC going

Allows traffic underground flowing

We are part of this poetic system

I wonder about its future outcome