Making the transfer at the Jackson stop
Can be a slow, frustrating little wait
As every minute crawls, and life atop
The underground keeps up its pace. Too late,
Too slowly comes the train I need to see,
And inches its excruciating way
Down the Blue Line past Clinton, UIC,
Racine: the common signposts of my day.
It always slows down even more when it
Passes California, where there is no station
(Though you can see where that stop used to sit
Now sent upon a permanent vacation).
This slow meander starts at Jackson when
I change, and have to wait for trains again.
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