Alewife

It was late one Friday night I heard a voice from the sky Sounded as if it were crying out From above "Train to Alewife is approaching" It said, unloved As I stepped into the car I smelled vomit on the floor Eaten and uneaten takeout Laid next to me But alas I was too tired To get up and leave Eeeeee, eeeeee I found a band-aid on my bike The writing on it caught my eye "Thanks for locking your bike to mine," it growled at me "Text me when you get this message and my bike is free" Eeeeee, eeeeee The morning train doors were too fast The old man could not get past With a smirk shared with his partner, he said with grace "We can always get off later and then retrace" Oooooh, oooooh