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Incessant and loud rambling woman in blue
Having a conversation with no one in particular
Yet speaking to the whole bus
A young man sitting across from her stares in disbelief
"Is she for real?"
His look seems to say
Disgusted Grandmother talking outloud
About her Grandson's girlfriend
The empty threats ejected from her mouth
Float away and burst like fragile soap bubbles
"I told him she was trouble...
"She just had that look...
"Why can't he date a girl his own color..."
Laughing teenagers in the back
Trying to out shout one another
Compete against eachother
Seeing who can fit the most
"Fuck, shit and bitch" in a sentence
That somewhat communicates a thought intelligently
The busdriver yells at the kids
They answer with more laughter
I look at my watch
Thirty minutes to my stop
Sighing deeply
I pull my MP3 player out
Connect the umbilical cord of sanity to my ears
And wrap myself in the blessed silence of music
As Madame Butterfly sings
Of her unrequited love for Pinkerton
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I spent several years commuting by bus when I was in college - and I think I met all of these people!
Great read. Wonderful detail, and a delicious sense of irony.
I enjoyed reading.
This is my favorite line: "The empty threats ejected from her mouth
Float away and burst like fragile soap bubbles"
It's so true--to me it's like, who cares what she's saying, and it IS empty, and the words are gone as soon as they're said.
