Trains Of A Different Color Poem by bob barci

As always,
the train takes me
from my home to yours.
This, however,
is a different train.
In the old days,
I would wait forever
for a taxi to arrive and get me to the station.
Then, I’d have to get a ticket
and wait up to an hour for my train to arrive.
Then there was the transfer,
and once at Penn Station,
the long walk to your building.
Now, I walk myself to the turnpike,
and wait up to 15 minutes for the N6 bus.
Allowing for traffic and stops,
I soon find myself at a subway station
where I get a token,
and wait for the doors to open up on the F train.
We speed along our way
making the necessary stops.
I still have to make a transfer though.
At the first city stop
it’s a quick walk from the F train to the downtown 6 line.
Four stops later
I’m only 4 blocks from your home.
I find this new way of traveling
less aggravating and it saves me time and money.
Getting back home
is still done the old fashioned way,
as it is still the best way.