One Jive Ass Ride

Across the river the train took its dive down into the endless maze of tunnels beneath the City. Never-ending, submerged and bathed in a strange orange light I rode on by then engrossed in my silent drunk—just diggin’ on the train itself, man. What better invention for people, who love to move without moving, slither and slide across the face of the earth, dive under ocean waves and shoot back up again to a soaring elevated track in the sky. Man! But around me, my people stood stony faced, sweaty faced, staring faced, stocky faced, stumbling, stiff, and still—what zombies. Not me. I was going to ‘Get up, get out, and get on.’ I was going to charge the thin blue line, or the thin red line, or whatever the line, though if you ask me now I’d say, it’s a double yellow. But anyway, aren’t we all suspended in the jellied echoes of our past crimes?