Poem Number 197 - Bus Stop Woman Pick Up - 21/1/1987

This mood I was in just two days gone,

Brought out more guts, than I’ve ever had before.

The instantaneous thought, was like a band drummer…rolling on,

Rolling on…non-stop, from morning to dark.

Just one quick drink of bear I digested,

After that, I remember myself seating in the middle of a seat

Watching for any lonely, kind and good looking woman,

To sit next to me, so I could observe her, carefully.

And so it happened! It happened she was sitting on my right side,

And I perved at her, she displayed her legs.

Watching her seat, ‘Macdonald’s Nuggets’, one by one,

Yet her body was small enough for me to handle all over.

Her hair of brunette, showing of young woman still to grow,

And then her face appeared and showed me: AGED THIRTY.

But she, who I wouldn’t stop looking at (as my eyes were watery),

Kept on munching and eating away, anyway.

For a moment I had thought I lost her,

As she got up and  ‘Did the right thing!’

By disposing of her ‘Macdonald’s leftovers’,

In the nearest and closest, footpath rubbish bin.

Her actions, her body movements kept attracting my eyes,

As I thought of what conversation could I start on and say,

So that a dress would come true, to have her as my date,

Whilst the result of true love and bedding, be safe!

To caress her with my blue eyes,

To unwrap her warmly clothes,

To feel and touch her skins softness,

To make love to her in gentle ways.

I spoke and yet she heard,

I poked and yet she replied.

We both returned conversations to each other,

And then I asked if she’d accept a date, with me?

Well, with little shock to be seen on her face,

She answered with a sweet affirmative voice.

Quite a shock to hear, ‘Yes!’ I asked for her contact details,

Whilst she didn’t want mine, she completely denied for her to ring me.

Well, how did I feel, as I was first to get my bus?

Even when I had passed by the driver, inside the bus,

She raced to the front door of the bus; she passed over my forgotten brolly,

And in my own mind I said, 'Isn’t that a beaut, cute woman?'

Well, two days have since passed,

When I picked up this woman, at the bus stop.

Already, I’ve made my second approach using the phone,

And also she accepted a light date with me, next week.

Some people would say by now, ‘what a beautiful ending!’

But really it could be a start to an understanding, long lasting relationship,

Of one that would make either: break the others heart apart,

Or one of everlasting peace, love care for someone special.