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The Non-Bus Driver
by Jeffrey ParrenAs I got onto the bus
the driver
alerted my attention
to the fact
that my purchase
of a ticket from him
delayed things
and he questioned
"why didn't you buy one
from the machine
downstairs?"
in a gruff manner
not looking
much like a bus driver
without
the mandatory
bus driver vest
and bow tie
or even a name
to identify himself
and in that instant
I thought to say
that if I delayed myself
by purchasing
from a machine
that my pleasure
of seeing
his gleeful face
would have never happened
but I took the safe route
and apologized
and found my seat. 10/24/2008 Posted on 10/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/25/08 at 02:50 AM My problem is, I usually do say things like that. It might explain a lot in my life. Great scene. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/25/08 at 03:00 PM I enjoyed this - rode a bus for the first time in Seattle a few weeks ago. Felt like a total idiot about the bus fare - some of the drivers were definitely more helpful. Almost gave me that panicy feel on the first day of school. I've also been enjoying your waiter series. |
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