Metro.

Subways, metros, T's and tubes
Rattle, clatter, roar
Not planes or bikes, but subway cars
My mode of transporation of choice.
The stale air it blows
As the train goes
To the next, for better or worse
Inside the vendors hollar
As the starving cry
And the musicians play
But the travelers walk on by
Enclosed, captivated, alone
So close we are
In that subway car
But so alone, in a world enclosed.