Change for the Bus
You always sat in the chair, I saw you there in the next room, and then I saw you down the street going into Pops' cafe to buy a pack of smokes, I guess. In early mornings, I saw you on the bus the one we all rode to town. Now I dont see you in the chair, nor in the room and you dont you ride the bus anymore.
I wonder what it all means, once here and then not so. Have you hitched a ride on that pony, to that place, to be that person you sought or thought about to be? I wonder.
But then again, what matters if that came about or stayed the same. It is only in our minds, I think, that it might count. But then again, we might miss a thing or two, if we forget to carry change to feed the meter that drives the bus, to carry us down town, to go to there from here... otherwise we couldn't get there.
tedc jan.20,'98
