More Poetry in (Non) Motion

Day two of the NYC transit strike brings us another poem. This one is by Brian Sack. An excerpt:

The workers were nestled all snug in their booths;
Where oft they're found sleeping, to tell you the truth.
Toussaint wants their pensions to be like the cops' -
you know, 'cause it's stressful announcing each stop.

Read the entire poem here.