Titanic

Line 9
She comes in
A blonde
With headphones on
I’m curious
“What are you
Listening to”
I ask
Thinking I’ll learn
Something
From the yougen
“Blow off” she says
I understand
So I do
Doesn’t matter really
She’s maybe listening
To Celine Dion

Beggars’ banquet

I take Line 9
Quite a lot
I know all kinds of beggars
On Line 9 I know them all
Some of them I saw
Their kids grow up
I’ve never seen
A Jew beggar
Neither a Chinese
Whatever that means
I’m now seeing Pakies

Above ground not too high

Sometimes Line 9 is elusive
Especially late at night
Still have to go home though
So I was in an Uber cab
Same direction but above ground
Where the sun shines
I was coming down from Paris’ Pigalle
Where drinks and whores are cheap
And good company
Uber is on the pool shift
So we drive some
And pick up two kids
With tennis rackets and good education
Paris is funny that way
Funk and sadness are close neighbors
To financial ease and despair
Anyway
There’s a messed up in the electronics
Kids are going to Pigalle
With a big smile on their face
Sure
I can understand why
But Pigalle is where I’m coming from
Going the other way
Uber driver is embarrassed
Checking his phone beeping madly
Kids are cool
And laugh it out
They have the night in front of them
They’ll walk if needed to
Uber dude promises to take me home
Is sorry for the wasted time bla bla bla
Offered me a bottle of water
It started to rain
Couldn’t even smoke in the damn car

Cinderella

Line 9 going to
Good part of town
She’s fat
Ugly
Alone
Yawning with vulgarity
She doesn’t care
She’s rich enough
Unlucky and sad
Pouting
Dad is paying
For the pain

So many fucking stories

Line 9, late
Going home, drunk, tired
As I board the train
There’s a guy laying on the floor
He’s not all there
He’s sucking his thumb
Looks like no pain though
Good for him