The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within it's silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

• 7 O'clock News/silent Night
• A Poem on The Underground Wall
• America
• At The Zoo
• Baby Driver
• Bleeker Street
• Blues Run The Game
• Bookends
• Bridge Over Troubled Water
• Bye Bye Love
• Cecilia
• Cloudy
• El Condor Pasa
• Fakin' It
• Feuilles-o
• Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• Hazy Shade of Winter
• He Was My Brother
• Hey, Schoolgirl/black Slacks
• Homeward Bound
• Keep The Customer Satisfied
• My Little Town
• Old Friends
• Overs
• Patterns
• Peggy-o
• Punky's Dilemma
• Red Rubber Ball
• Save The Life of My Child
• Scarborough Fair/canticle
• So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright
• Song for The Asking
• Sparrow
• The 59th Street Bridge Song
• The Boxer
• The Dangling Conversation
• The Only Living Boy in New York
• The Sun is Burning
• Wednesday Morning, 3 a. M.
• Why Don't You Write Me