In goes a shipwreck smell to a subway car
Humanity’s elixir is about to raise the bar
All commuters became sailors; all raised a brow
A cross-eyed, toothless, tits-out, figurehead to bow
A morning windward breeze hits a flesh dress in rags
A premium working first-class car turns into oflags
Where all colors of white America gather to ride
They’re met with a pouring vial of dreams long died
She towered chest naked, still in open air…
While sharing the truth of heaven to hell…
On the Red Line, toward downtown D.C.
Standing on the Red Line between you and me
