On clark way past passenger half life
only me and him, the clark road driver
near the end of the run
in companionable chit-chat
the driver of the dundas bus behind blinked to us
and pulled alongside as we paused
you know where clark road's at?
he said, full serious
imitating a lost rider
uh, says mine
that's the one way out west, isn't it?
better turn around and go backish, he says
and get a haircut! he calls
to the cueball dundas driver i have affectionately
nicknamed Curly
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
Bus Drivers
