ONE MORE RIDE

 

I am just old enough to remember 
The elevated trains in Manhattan 
Running along Second Avenue
Running along Third Avenue
And rode them at most a handful of times.
Still, I believe I'll know I’m dead
When I put a nickel in the turnstile 
And ride the old trains once more 
The rattan seats, the slow-turning fans 

And the ads for dubious concerns or 

Asking me to vote for the next Miss Rheingold

Keeping me company until I reach 
Ah, what station do you suppose?