Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me the F Train - Mike Doughty

the dark is droppping like a spot

of black ink squeezed into a glass of water

and now the crowds are thinning out

into the light down in the subway station

here this train speeds underground

this train speeds under the river

and i will drift back to the slope

some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline

where i will sleep off all the noise

the soot accumulated, all my trials

i thank you

lord almighty up above

just for sending out the F train to me so thankful

for all the unspent love

that i save up in the jar of money

your polaroid is on the wall

stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame

trapped in the middle of some laugh

some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling