Subway Ride

It was a gobba goo day at work All was gray Dull job Dragged all afternoon Looked like winter was coming Lucked out When the boss left. Skipped before five Ahead of the crowd Found a ghost train With plenty of room Loosened my tie Stretched out Felt good Found a seat To daydream And forget the day. Got off my stop Ran down the stairs Two at a time Hit the avenue Saw a friend I waved Wondered if he saw me He waved And I waved back It felt good to be home again.