Rob Getzschman - Grapes

The lady was sleepin' on a subway seat
On the 1/9 line uptown
And lyin' on the floor beneath her living corpse
Was a bunch of grapes that she had dropped down
I wasn't much concerned when the engine turned
And I watched that purple fruit roll
But she slept through a rare chance to take a stand
And press wine between her toes

Grapes, rollin' on the subway floor
And not a serving boy in sight to serve them to her
Not a palm frond to fan her heavy head

She must've stepped on off the South Ferry lawn
And rode three hundred blocks to the end
But if her lips were to pass on a looking glass
I doubt she'd even have a breath to lend
'Cause I was on and off the train and she never once moved
She was lyin just as still as stone
But the grapes flew around like molecules
Excited by some source unknown

Grapes, rollin' on the subway floor
And not a serving boy in sight to serve them to her
Not a palm frond to fan her heavy head

Written by:
Rob Getzschman

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