Shuffle On The Blue Line Poem by Colin Coplin

Heading for work, to the city, caught the early bird from platform four
No seat left abandon, only choice is standing, next to the old man by the exit door
He tells me his story, fast forward on the journey

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line

Caught a glimpse out of the window, at the young girl, in the Mona Lisa style
The wind started blowing, her hair started flowing, before I new it she was in my isle
She tells me her story, she's divorced and lonely

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line

Three stops more to my stop, finally found a seat to rest my feet
Next to a suit who's only, working 'til he's 30, fool proof plan that's guaranteed
He tells me his story, rags to riches by 30

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line

End of the day, I'm home bound, packed in tighter than a sardine can
No seat left abandon, only choice is standing, next to the old man by the exit door
He tells me his story, on the homeward journey

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle on the blue line


Copyright Colin Coplin 2004 (updated 2023)