The Market-Frankford Line
Down the street, some cigarettes,
a soda bottle, raisenettes;
Up the stairs, a sticky floor,
before the Market-Frankford door;
Last inside, the beggar man,
please spare a dollar if you can;
Wedged behind, an old receipt,
please get yourself a thing to eat;
Look outside, the evening sky,
the mottled buildings passing by;
Sitting on, a windowsill,
a cat is staring staying still;
Down the stairs, a sticky floor,
beyond the Market-Frankford door;
Up the street, some cigarettes,
a soda bottle, raisenettes.
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