Southbound

A poem I wrote years ago in college from my experiences traveling across the city with some revisions.

Photo by Linus Nilsson on Unsplash

The light rail train to Penn station arrives. 
Early by Baltimore’s standards 
but ten minutes late by everywhere else’s.
Its door’s open, plastered in bacteria 
layered muck and moist dust, unveiling
blue stairs discolored by smoky shoe prints 
that have trudged through a graveyard
of cockroach and rat infested alley’s…