Somewhere Under The East River Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

The # 7 subway line on it's journey
Many stops scheduled or not
Carrying men women and children
All hope they arrive on time

Somewhere under the East River
There's a signal that won't change
Bringing the trains to a halt
Of course the one I'm on is one

Sitting there wondering,
how late will I get to work today
At least this car is air-conditioned
And I've got a seat

Somewhere under the East River
Friendships started business transactions made
Second hands move but time is stopped
Will we ever move