Sitting in the bright lit train car and
looking through the dirty window.
Seeing glimpses of underground trash rolling by.
Seeing the flickering illusion
of a faster train almost passing by;
Speeding forward, sliding back.
Shooting like a sky rocket,
to slipping on space soap.
Like we're chasing the ghostly projection
of a madman's movie through the dark tunnels
of the New York City underworld.