Poetry of Issue #3                        Page 10
Table of Contents Click page 1 Click page 2 Click page 3 Click page 4 Click page 5 Click page 6 Click page 7 Click page 8 Click page 9 Click page 10 Click page 11 Click page 12 Click page 13 Click page 14 Click page 15 Click page 16 Click page 17 Click page 18 Click page 19 Click page 20 Click page 21 Click page 22 Click page 23 Click page 24 Click page 25 Click page 26 Click page 27 Click page 28 Click page 29 The Blog Bog The Mag Rack	SHOW TIME Good lookin' brother gets on F train and starts singing sounds pro singing I Did It My Way into the improvised mike of his fist good show should I give him a buck if he did it his way what's he doing on the freakin' F train singing into his fist it's a worn out rush hour crowd and they've heard it all before half immigrants half with a green card half without a clue half with eyes half closed half too tired to care if he did it or is doing it or will do it his way her way my way their way some just wishing he'd go away and sing his way out of his fist someplace else where fists can be used for microphones maybe some shower in a homeless shelter for hard up broke subway singers of funky blues and Frank Sinatra specials damn if ol' blue eyes could only catch this show they could do a great duet between stops a show stopper            David Gershator __	SUBWAY MUSIC Push push rush rush wait a sec hell with the train let it go dig into your pocket catch the show steel pan didgeridoo accordion Chinese harp African drum spare change for subway music every station every nation 14th 34th 42nd 59th run it up run it down the numbers add up to showtime underground no cover no tax listen to that sax I want the CD the sampler the West 4th medley the original run the 34th St. riff the 42nd St. stomp so I can close my eyes in subway nirvana with the original cast	young amateurs old pros music homegrown foreign domestic unknown music keeping me away from the edge taking me to another stage music keeping me on track on the beat fine tuned in the groove on the move time out of time music taking me faster farther than any train express or local uptown downtown going here going there for whatever reason Summer Fall Winter Spring listen to the man play listen to the lady sing a soundtrack backup for alphabets on wheels for graffiti clean trains for trains like notes CDEFG hit the B hit the A for the time between trains for the moment in play            David Gershator	SECOND AVENUE MAGIC BOX You step into Otis press the button to the top and you're on your way or think you're on your way the doors slide open and you're in America's basement huge pipes barrels shovels broken lamps washing machines appliances wheelchairs creeps psychos perverts sick sick sick it's their world and their faces light up at the sight of you they know you they recognize you you're one of theirs quick! you press the panic button the doors slide shut and you're up up and away the doors slide open and you're on guard you don't know what to expect anymore but it's ok it's ok you're back in the old lobby everything's under control even rent control you greet the liveried doorman wonder if he knows what you know if anything about the basement                        David Gershator__