Monday, November 7, 2011

Greyhound Travelers

People watching took me to places where people assemble.  From the library to the bus stops, to park benches and the bus station. Quiet observation provided witnessing many unfolding dramas.  The following provides a few.

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GREYHOUND TRAVELERS
3/2/70

Your face shows youth and experience
Your hair is long and well groomed
The baby in your arms shows that you’ve carried few
A cardboard box tied with string goes as your baggage
Where to little mother?
Are you running from?
Going to?
Running with?
Going back?
Smile sad eyes
You’re young
You’ll bounce back
You will find it
Or lose it
You’ll have joy

Soldier
Drafted hick
Strictly country
Junkie
Well dressed
Hurtin’ bad
Bummin’ bread
Soldier
Don’t understand
Confused
But compassionate
Scared
But unselfish
Shrugging
Pocket searching
Comes up empty
Junkie
Grabs his sleeve
Country sweats
His bus is called
Escape

Lonesome Marine
Home with a buddy
Your eyes long for
Another time
Another place
A place of your own
To go to
But where?
When?
Maybe never
A friendly smile
From your buddy’s girl
They’ll show you a good time
Home cooked meals
A date with her girl friend
They’ll all try
To make you happy.
Some how
They will fail