...And the A Train Still Runs Hot by A. Dacosta Brathway

What?
What is all the fervor?

I heard...
I heard there was a murder...

It's said they found human bones,
At the Nostrand Avenue subway site,
The very thought keeps me up at night!

Yet, the city didn't skip a beat...
The lights stayed on,
Traffic did not stop...

And the A train still runs hot...

Street vendors,
mind benders,
Bodega's posing as small credit lenders,

Heavy traffic,
Episcopalians, Catholics,
Sexual acts, pornographic...

Black top activity,
hot an' heavy
while a four alarm blaze
rages 'cross town...

All this goes down
during a game of crap...

Shoots drugs in an arm
in a vacant lot...

And the A train still runs hot!

High society to be seen,
On Broadway as the night lights burn
when a megaphoned voice is heard to yell...

"Cut!"
"That's a wrap!"
On a location set about to be struck...
While street walkers work,
to give a "fuck" to those in need,
To satisfy their urge
and other's greed...
Down on bend and knee,
While they bleed...

W/ the desire to feed
that parent-less, unplanned seed...

Sidewalk toilets for the canine persuasion,
Go unattended...
Though "Clean Up After Your Dog"
is recommended...

Litter, debris, garbage,
Leaves one offended...
High taxes,
Low wages,
Loud noises,
Stone faces...

Cell phones ringing,
Bling bling" blinging,
Public school truancy
has "the Authority" singing...

The blues
w/ all its bad news...

Gentrification in the 'hood
has the minorities running off the lot...

And the A train STILL runs hot!

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway