A Summer Poem

Andrew Raff
August 09, 2001

Ah, how I hate the subway in the summer
so hot, it's a complete bummer.
Air-conditioned cars? Yeah, right.
no relief from this heat wave appears in sight.

On the platform the temperature reaches one hundred and twenty
ubearable in motion or sitting sedentary.

A man breathes into a saxophone
on the train you can hear the riders groan*
yet another train with bad A/C
can I take this or wait for a 2 or 3?

Ah, how I hate the subway in the summer
right now Maine is looking much, much better.

*(with apologies to Bono...)