Commuter Christmas Carol: O Little Town of Darien

Oh little town of Darien, how still we see thee lie,

Upon the Sound, where fish abound, and Metro-North runs by.

Yet, on the Post Road rideth, an everlasting crowd

The traffic’s stopped, we need a cop,

To guide us home unbowed.

Now getting to the City was such a royal pain

We used to drive, but nine to five, a time waste it became

I-95’s a nightmare, more trucks at every turn

To Metro-North, do we make forth

Our daily travels earn.

But hark, there is no parking, the station lots are full

A waiting list, now doth exist, for permits, that’s no bull

Ten years I now have waited, my permit yet to buy

Retirement’s soon, my hopes are doomed, while trains keep rolling by.

My bicycle I rideth, to Darien each day.

Noroton Heights, it gives me frights, and is too far away.

So there I lock my ten speed, praying when I make it back

That bike’s still there, without despair, awaiting on the rack.

Oh little town of Darien, to me you are still home

I only wish, were I Commish, of D.O.T. I’d loan

The millions that are needed, for parking lots so grand

That all in need, they could succeed,

Commuting ‘cross the land.