Train Station Gray
written and performed by Emcee Lynx
The UnAmerican LP, 2004

Train station gray is cold like
Nights outside sleeping between cardboard and thin blankets
As trains hurry along their circular oddessey’s
Ticket machines won’t take my bills
My money is to worn, too tired, too torn
Like second-hand clothing on elementary school playgrounds
I almost fit in
Almost
Coins slide around my pockets
searching for holes through which to escape my presence,
alien to them
and re-integrate themselves with Babylon
I clutch them tight in my fists
exchanging them only a few at a time
for little pieces of the world held hostage by their masters
I consume these fragments quickly
Their color and heat seep through my system and nourish my soul
Like sunlight captured golden on fields of maize
Planted with squash and beans
Picture perfect postcards of a world destroyed.