A poor mother gets her children ready for school & instructs them. |
TRAINS TO BROOKLYN - 1959 I see you sit alone In the morning sun Watching trains pass On their way to the city With welfare children faces pressed against the windows Wearing thrift store clothes and Trying to look pretty There will be night shift workers Nodding off in their seats Rest rooms boarded and closed You’ll see the traffic backing up on the interstate Smell its hot exhaust as it Stings and burns in your nose There will be old men with sucked in lips Toothless with Gums grinning With a sordid satisfaction Talking to themselves about the slow traffic lights On fast and gritty streets; Where drag queens lean by littered curbs Along vacant buildings that have no heat Goodmorning children… There’s juice on the ironing board and A bagel with cream cheese waiting for you Eat slowly before leaving for school Comb your hair -- tuck your shirt tails in Wear a sweater – There’s a wind banging on our windows and Today’s an angry day that wants to be cool By eight o’clock we’ll all be at the station Yankees won again last night – 4 to 2 I’ll meet you on the way home tonight Under the sign that says: Trains to Brooklyn Sit by the man Who shines all the shoes I won’t be long…so please behave Buy a can of cola and Baby Ruth bar I’ll meet you at six on the way home tonight By the Sign that reads: Trains to Brooklyn Beside the old man Who shines all the shoes Mama’s got some business first I’ll pick up a can of beef and carrot stew We’ll all meet together Under the sign for the Trains to Brooklyn By the man we thought was God Because he never charged us when He shined our only pair of shoes Words by John Apice C-Copyright-Registered House of Apice Lyrics / April 30th 2002 – September 28th 2009 For Diane |