driven

where the light is
This bus driver looks 62
and is wearing Converse high tops.
He looks out the side window
frequently, and sighs gustily
A woman across from me
is holding a box
the box holding a kitten, or cat.
The woman is wearing
the sort of elaborate hairpin
that can make one pine
for a Henry Mancini
a Ralph Waite.
Spencer’s Mountain, too
and James MacArthur
all that family
to love, to revere, actually
The boxed cat meows.
“what” the woman says
in a remonstrative tone
peering through an air hole
what’s the cat saying, I ask
and she stares at me with fading smile
as if I were a talking cat
the bus driver is wearing yellow shades
possibly a gesture
at what was? Might have been?
He calls out the stops
in a clarion announcer’s voice.
Nectarine! 7-Eleven!
and in the meantime sighs elaborately.
a sigh that says
This isn’t me
and don’t you think
for a fucking minute
it is.

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One thought on “driven

  1. Very well done, man. You can feel the bus ride. Did you try it as a paragraph instead of poem form?

    This bus driver looks 62 and is wearing Converse high tops and looks out the side window frequently, and sighs gustily. A woman across from me is holding a box, the box holding a kitten, or cat. The woman is wearing the sort of elaborate hatpin that can make one pine for a Henry Mancinin. a Ralph Waite. Spencer’s Mountain, too and James MacArthur all that family to love, to revere, actually. The boxed cat meows. “What” the woman says in a remonstrative tone, peering through an air hole. what’s the cat saying, I ask and she stares at me with fading smile as if I were a talking cat. The bus driver is wearing yellow shades, possibly a gesture at what was? Might have been? He calls out the stops in a clarion announcer’s voice. Nectarine! 7-Eleven! and in the meantime sighs elaborately. A sigh that says This isn’t me and don’t you think for a fucking minute it is.

    Thx for the experience….was that the bus on Hollister in Goleta? That’s what I was feeling, and I haven’t been on that bus in 35 years.

    Brick

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