Jazz notes still on the dome as I
walk right through the kingdom,
life in these streets is shown as those
three lights do their blinkin’. A
common building presents itself,
typical and still quite magical.
In through the revolving door I guess;
in this hour, through doors I go.
This new surrounding is the
most foreign in all the land.
Commoners walk right through me in the
well-lit hall of a grand plan.
And to my left, a stairwell calls me.
My feet descend marble and concrete,
my ears taking heed of a devilish
machine down below.
What passageway is this,
here under the kingdom,
under my brown-bitten nose?
Let the chilly notes just sink in.
‘A subway in this town?’ I
Hearing one train in the distance, I
just me, myself, and the midnight air
with tracks seen below.
Next time, I might walk further,
see where the groundling goes.