We have poems on the escalators going down to the London Underground. Trouble is, they go past too fast to take in the whole poem so you get the first line sliding past you and no chance for the rest.
It means commuters get snippets of poetry while the kids who make a game of sliding down the escalators over and over again are the only ones who read the whole thing. Perhaps that's the point, perhaps it isn't meant for us at all.

that's super deep.

Jason, yo, thank you for the good words! At least I didn't (not) go to Tiny Tim's grave in vain ... I too am a huge Berryman fan. What was his bar on Hennepin Ave.?