Tuesday, September 29, 2009

My Bus Ride Home Poem as Texted to Jenny Holt 9.25.09



















12.23am
On the midnight bus after work I'm looking out the window. I'm sitting with drug addicts ex-convicts prostitutes dealers.
12.28am
I'm looking out the window the street lights one after another hit my face. I think germantown avenue is my favorite street in philadelphia.
12.32am
We pass a halal meat market. An older man gives a young mother with a stroller a dollar. He says for the baby. She smiles and says thank you.
12.36am
The baby is shaking.
12.44am
Between a rowhouse in disrepair and papis mini mart is a store that exclusively sells obama stuff. Beneath barack's fairey'd face appear hope change progress.
12.53am
at erie ave a mexican with a deep scar on his cheek drops a pamphlet on the seat next to me. What will you decide? Day of decision. The turning point in your life
1.01am
Temple is solemn. The kids are in their apartments taking their chemicals. The projects are solemn. The residents are in their houses taking their chemicals.
1.09am
I arrive at city hall. I look up at penn standing on his building. The huge yellow clock. I'm here. At least i know where i belong.

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