This design was created in collaboration with Max Stossel. TEKSTartist created this design based off the main characters in the YouTube video Max produced. Look closely at the body of the Subway car in the background and you can read the complete poem by Max (presented below). Every print is hand signed by the artist, produced using archival quality materials, and is packed with care. AVAILABLE ON:Epson Hot Press Bright White PaperHigh Gloss Aluminum PrintGallery Wrapped Canvas Print Subway Love We stand an army of urban soldiers waiting for the train Our feet teeter onto the restricted yellow paint Contorting our bodies into cranes To look past the backs of human beings In search of the speeding metal thing When it reaches the station, we'll step inside And it will take us to our destination But we hardly wait with patience You should the frustration on our faces How dare it not have arrived at this place yet We won't sit complacent, we demand cooperation From the MTA agent with pure depression on her face Who just so happens to be powerless in his current situation What we don't see is the tragedy at play As the love of each of our lives Is standing just an arms length away We won't notice today We see our soulmate as in the way Of the beam of light we hope will display Indicating our train is not 6, but 5 seconds away If we would only turn and face each other We might catch eyes and to our surprise The anguish of waiting might subside We might not be so terrified of being late to work this time Our jobs that make us sigh and cry We might stop and re-analyze We might, I hope, even decide That we can make better use of our time We could, enjoy this Mariachi band Come take my hand and lets pretend These fluorescents are the moon And these grimy subway floors are the sand Let's just dance Before we stand clear of closing doors Let's take a sec and break the norm Let's fall into each others arms And dance across the whole platform Let's lose ourselves, as we move ourselves in tango, salsa, blues Our shells come off Reveal two humans soothed By having stepped into the groove of subway love So when that train finally does come We'll get on, my dear, as one And having so much fucking fun We won't stop dancing 'til we're done Until our feet are red as plums And we've laughed so hard our cheeks are numb And having felt the energy radiating off of you and me Our fellow passengers will be ready and psyched To heartfully join the choreography The whole train car will bounce with glee We'll miss our stops physically But won't miss them, if you know what I mean And then we'll finally take our seats In Brighton Beach, Jamaica Queens, The Rockaways Or wherever the hell we may be You'll rest your tired little head on me And our smiles, they'll beam as we look back on how eagerly We awaited this train to take us away from exactly Where we were supposed to be.
