When I say I can't come to the show
Because the trains will be bad again
I'm telling half the truth
The trains that connect me with you
Are being severed this weekend
And the weekends after that
I’d have to go over with a transfer
And a bus ride now if I try
To go see you perform the skit you wrote
But there is another factor for me:
The show is on Sunday
And there is no holiday the day after
Yes, I’m no longer young enough to go
Out on proletarian eve, to watch,
Drink their minimum, then drink mine
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Ben Nardolilli is currently an MFA candidate at Long Island University. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Door Is a Jar, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Slab, and The Minetta Review. Follow his publishing journey at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.