8:40, nineteen ninety... something
I'm in a random cozy hamlet in Newfoundland
on a busline from somewhere
heading to somewhere else
that made a stop five minutes ago
the people who got off are smoking
some are gone to pee, I'm sure
I had to at the last stop
travelling strangers grabbing chip bags
pop cans
various candy
unlucky scratch tickets
stale coffee and half decent donuts
the bus window is cold against my bored forehead
rocking back and forth waking me up
and cooling me down
from no AC and cabin farts
as if in a signalling moment the big bus hissed
did in my simple peripheral
spot a black cat on a white patio chair
watch for but a second
as a brown rusty sign hangs on for its life
swinging against a summer night breeze
there he is
like the one in every tiny town
the local who says hello to everybody
trys to shake hands
while nodding all the time with a grin
dressed in all demin
wearing a ball cap
full of finger print oil stains
with a broken peak
I hear the name Kenny repeated
must be him
great smile he had
then
the booms and thuds of the luggage compartments
falling into place
then my seat suddenly shakes from a "hands pulling motion"
it annoys me a little
new passengers settle in seats nowhere near me
bonus
I listen as the fares are quoted by the driver
I guess how far they are going by the price
like an are we there yet game
whispers dull to a silence
the lights go dim
no more marked trail to back or front with tiny lights
hiss and hiss of the brakes
the door is pulled shut
hiss and hiss
eyeballs stare in the rearview
they are on
we are off
8:50
Earth To Ash 
Wow! I felt like I was on thar bus with you. And Kenny – I can see Kenny perfectly in my mind, complete with his ball cap full of finger oil stains. And I love the flow, the quick halting way it reads – it reminiscent of an old movie when the main character is narrating his own story…one of your better, more involved, more vivid and inviting pieces in awhile… Love it! Well done!! 😄
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That is the exact response I was looking for. It was a different poem for me, for sure. I am happy you enjoyed it and read it in a way that was intended. Thanks for the comment and read.
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