I'd take the cab.

The train leaves the station 

And the familiar whistle stop bellows somewhere,

"Your stop, Sir," the porter reminds you,

And you step out staggering in the cold morning December of your life.

You look back as the train pulls away

Now your heart starts to pound,

Gets heavier as the tail of the Metro curves around

And you see no more,

Oh, just the light as it blinks for the next stop.

Damn heart,

So fickle, so true, so warm, so lazy,

Were there yesterdays just one like yesterday

When you could have tended to the bleeding

With a gauze and scissor and some stitches here and there?

Yet, you chose to turn on the TV and waited for the aspirin

To soothe, to smoothen the platelets,

Then you'd go back to being you and you being you

As more ibuprofen and acetaminophen blur the line between pain and no pain,

Where did your life simply go?

Damn soul,

You're still now, how about tomorrow?

When scenes play out, die out,

You can never say go because there's no way to go

But wait for the train to show up

At the appointed hour.

No sir,  I'd skip the train,

And wait for the cab as it speeds down the highway,

Or take a bus, or even the plane,

Or stay at home on a busy day,

And I'd say when I'd taste the snow, 

Or inhale the carbon from the flying jeep off a Manila road.