Transit Penalty

My home is Harlem
But I am not on holiday
I'm more than lost
This time and this trip
Reminds me of everything
I love.

In Tito Puente, Ella, and
The express that either
Never got me all the way home
Or let me sleep
Until 4Am 207th/5th

French transit cops don't
Look too sympathetic today
And the 4:21 is, although
So inviting, certainly
Ominous in its scheduling

Nevermind the fact
That they storm the train
As it pulls out of the station.