Heading for work, to the city, caught the early bird from platform four
No seat left abandon, only choice is standing, next to the old man by the exit door
He tells me his story, fast forward on the journey
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Caught a glimpse out of the window, at the young girl, in the Mona Lisa style
The wind started blowing, her hair started flowing, before I new it she was in my isle
She tells me her story, she's divorced and lonely
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Three stops more to my stop, finally found a seat to rest my feet
Next to a suit who's only, working 'til he's 30, fool proof plan that's guaranteed
He tells me his story, rags to riches by 30
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
End of the day, I'm home bound, packed in tighter than a sardine can
No seat left abandon, only choice is standing, next to the old man by the exit door
He tells me his story, on the homeward journey
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Copyright Colin Coplin 2004 (updated 2023)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stole a glimpse out of the window At the young lady in the Mona Lisa style The wind started blowing, her hair started flowing Before I knew it she was in my isle beautiful lines of the poem. A soothing read.