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A Commuter's Prayer

from Shootout At The Sugar Factory by Tris McCall

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The alerts are raised to orange. Stare into the abyss. I know some get bizarre enjoyment out of this, but I take no comfort in the sound of the police. Lord won't you get me through the Lincoln Tunnel in one piece. Tunnel big tunnel black tunnel and the lights flash. Traffic moves traffic one direction into the black. Car windows float past like a celluloid strip that's jumped from the reel. Spin spin big wheel.

I freak out at every little rash and they're stopping everybody with a moustache. A man in a trenchcoat cursing 5-0 under his breath. Lord won't you get me through Grand Central without horrible death. I used to dream big like a mansion and a yacht. Now it seems just surviving is asking a lot. Red streaks on white tile and thinking about how it's a long way down before we start to come out.

Sinner I am, and I'm sure a devout one could tell, but I still can't believe I deserve flaming hell. Every night I walk out to the palisade to check on the city and make sure it's okay.

Off the top of the Chrysler Building sunlight gleams. The guards are in the subways with M16s. I won't say I'm innocent, but I never asked for this fight. Lord won't you get me home to Jersey one more night.

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from Shootout At The Sugar Factory, released December 11, 2015

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