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He kept checking his watch like he had OCD
As though it would make the bus come quicker
A mask of anxiety upon his slightly ashen face
I didn't ask his story;
He had that look of desperation
I find so distasteful
And bus stop men have a habit
Of being the kind of souls
I try and avoid
Though he still rated higher
Than the speed freak,
The father of six with the wayward wife
And the guy
Who invited me back to his motel room
With the promise of a good time
(C) Indie Adams 2014
As though it would make the bus come quicker
A mask of anxiety upon his slightly ashen face
I didn't ask his story;
He had that look of desperation
I find so distasteful
And bus stop men have a habit
Of being the kind of souls
I try and avoid
Though he still rated higher
Than the speed freak,
The father of six with the wayward wife
And the guy
Who invited me back to his motel room
With the promise of a good time
(C) Indie Adams 2014
Published 22nd Apr 2014
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22nd Apr 2014 1:49am
it's such a good piece,
I've stood at so many
bus stops in my time
and I recognize yours,
and its characters, but
only because you've
written it so well..:)
I've stood at so many
bus stops in my time
and I recognize yours,
and its characters, but
only because you've
written it so well..:)
22nd Apr 2014 5:02am
I believe he was checking his watch because he was looking for a good time...
22nd Apr 2014 5:15am
22nd Apr 2014 11:10am
You certainly do know how to paint a picture with words. The bus stops where I live are the reason I pay through the nose to keep my car running. Nice write, Indie.
LL x
LL x
