Bedford Ave. Rush

Gentrification. One of the best things about NYC is the subway system. When you're jam-packed into such a small space day after day, you can't help but to notice things. This one came out of joke told to me one night on the way home. Admittedly we were both a bit "under the influence", but this joke would've still resonated just as strongly in a sober state. To all those L-train travelers... "Bedford Ave. Rush"... Enjoy!

“Bedford Ave. Rush”

Back of the train
And it’s all the same
Pasty
Unknowing
Uncaring
Mundane
Lost in a world
Of privilege
No pain
Shamefully lucky
And it goes on again
No real struggle
Other than
What they etch on themselves
Dye on themselves
Pierce on themselves
Wear on themselves;
When naked
We are all the same
‘Cept for the shade
And the beds that we made
And where are we?
But for the lucky ones
Further away
With fewer stores
Fewer lights
Far more cops
And far more fights
Watching around
As all is renewed
To get the pasties
To exit
At more than just
Bedford Ave.
©2007clarencecbess