Walking around a mall
looking and feeling bland
checking out bookstores
and record stores
and not finding the choices
to be adequate.
I leave with a book on
the plight of the American Indians
and a volume of poetry
by Charles Bukowski.
I also grabbed a new disc
from Living Colour
Looking down at my lopsided
2 year old Nikes disformed
by my crooked feet
and my t-shirt with a picture
of Al Bundy
and my faded out jeans.
The crowd seems judgmental
as I just sit and wait
for the Septa bus.
I glance thru the book
on the Hopi Indians
seeking interesting passages.
Time is on my side tonight
I’ll be halfway through the book
before the bus drops me off.
That’s valuable use of time
kicking back on a bus with a book
reading and gaining knowledge
while occasionally looking up
to scope out the other passengers.
There’s a 9 year old white kid
telling his mom he needs
the video “I’m Gonna Git You Sucka.”
A college age Asian woman is reading
a best selling novel
by some flavor of the month author
There are about 9 or 10
other passengers who have yet
to pique my interest.
I just wait as the driver
pulls out from the parking space
I go back to my book
and think of writing a poem tonight.
Or maybe a couple months
after the fact
but at least I feel like writing at all
and at least I have
the most profound book on the bus.
I Like Bus Poems
I'm sure the kid's vid request went over like lead pancakes. - slc
The mother seemed clueless
The mother seemed clueless and I was having visions of them watching the video together on a rainy afternoon--I really need to get my own life. thanks for reading.