Poem: Far Rockaway via JFK

Double-R

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Far Rockaway via JFK

Underground I wait
a smell of bleach and hot dogs mixes in the air
Lights overhead brighter than the sun
Walls white with a blue stripe at the top
Floors with yellow bumpy edges, screaming STAND BACK!
as a C train comes in behind me, scrapping said wall
brakes squealing as stainless steel comes to a screeching halt
doors open, releasing a sea of people toward the stairs
while I count my blessings that I don't take that train anymore

So, I wait near the express track
And I hear a noise in the distance
a steadily increasing vibration in the rails
as a mysterious wind from the tunnel slowly turns into a large gust
headlights become brighter
as my hair slowly begins to move fly off with that wind
bring on the noise
bring on that big gust
WHOOSH!

I step in and I take my seat
right near the window
as we move away from the station, into the darkness
only illuminated by the same light bulbs you find in your kitchen
lights turning into a blur
and I realize that I am now a part of the same gust
as we pass that same C train, leaving it in it's stainless steel dust
lights flickering as the train rocks back and forth

We meet two people on the way, Euclid and Grant
Reincarnated into avenues and streets respectively
and then, sunlight!
as we stop at a few more stations before making the turn towards the civilization away from civilization
The Rockaways

Aaah Jamaica Bay.
Right after JFK
Watching the planes take off it looks as if the train is racing that big 757 to the end of the runway
but of course, the plane always wins
and then it flies away

Sunlight reflecting off of the water below
beach in the distance
patches of white and green scream, HEY! I'm over here now!

And off into the sunset this train goes
Stopping at that really Broad Channel to give people a chance to go to Rock Away in that Park followed by a few more stops along the way
As the stainless steal glimmers just as brightly as the water out yonder
parallel to the tracks
and before you know it
the speaker blares one last time
"THIS IS MOTT AVENUE, FAR ROCKAWAY. LAST STOP ON THIS TRAIN"
as you read this and think, is this what he meant when he was talking about Mott and the Rockaways?
all to do is all over again another day

Until then, it's back up to Manhattan
Get the line up
As the operator's radio says
"Apple train on 2 track, call into tower with your call letters"
Doors close
Double-shot from the C/R and were off again
Up to 207
A few stops short of heaven
But, considering that the Cloisters isn't too far away, it's pretty damn close
And so goes another day on the A
with the rollsign flashing Far Rockaway VIA JFK