posted Sunday, October 18, 2009 at 4:02pm
I was mouthing along to my most recent favorite song
when you stepped on the 84 Express.
A magic babe in blond; cool, collected, and calm,
and a nose ring that I can’t forget.
I admired your laugh through yellow tinted glass
as we took turns hiding and creeping.
Then that woman got on, blocked our blinks with her arm,
obstructing what I have been seeking.
As I got agitated, I slowly elevated off my seat to view,
over arm’s horizon, slowly came rising, eyes genuine and true.
Half sitting in awe, I watched you get off
walking west with grace.
You took six sexy strides, then swiftly hooked right,
and pulled out the keys to your place.
Hope you don’t think I’m a perve because I happened to observe
the complex in which you reside.
I don’t know which floor, all I know is the door
that leads you out and inside.
So I leave you this note, with paper print hopes,
that you too would like to meet.
It’s been quite sometime since I’ve been able to find,
a young woman with a smile so sweet.
WhenTuesday, October 13, 2009
The Eastbound 84 Express