Letra de A Poem on the Underground Wall (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967)
The last train is nearly due The Underground is closing soon And in the dark, deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadowsHis restless eyes leap and scratch At all that they can touch or catch Hidden deep within his pocket Safe within his silent socket He holds a coloured crayonNow, from the tunnel's stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And opens wide in welcome doors But he hesitates, then withdrawsDeeper in the shadows And the train is gone suddenly On wheels clicking silently Like a gently tapping litany And he holds his crayon rosaryTighter in his hand Now, from his pocket quickly flashes The crayon on the wall he slashes Deep upon the advertising A single-worded poem comprised ofFour letters And his heart is laughin', screamin', poundin' The poem across the tracks reboundin' Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night