Meet Me On The Nightbus
“Reds and ambers and west-end winters;
Snowflake decor and late-night sinners.”
Meet me on the nightbus on the edge of Out and Home
Meet me where the lines will blur of comp’ny and alone
Meet me on the upstairs deck with its heightened edge of danger
Or meet me on a bench-seat and asleep next to a stranger
Meet me dodging eye-contact while wanting it from others
Wond’ring how much cabs would cost and why anybody bothers
Meet me as we try to not read o’er someone’s shoulder
And meet me in non-judgement of how the guy she’s with is older
Meet me breathing donner-fumes with chip-envy to match it
Meet me in a hunger-haze ‘cause you ran past food to catch it
Meet me making drunken cracks and very-pleased-to-meetcha
Meet me in joyful surprise at the girl sharing her pizza
Meet me lip-read-guessing songs and dance to headphone-leak
Meet me sending ex-texts I’ll regret within a week
Meet me stumbling off the bus one stop after my own
Why are you still with me? You are so not coming home!
This piece inspired by an Elephant Words image originally posted at http://elephantwords.co.uk/2015/05/31/31-may-2015/
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