I keep coming across these guys on the bus walking the streets they’re just about everywhere I am.
Sitting across from one of ’em on the city bus spooks me down to my core. They’ve got slicked back greasy hair that’s turning gray, tanned skin from walking in the sun too much. Old-style tattoos up and down their arms that are blurry and faded green women’s names are no longer legible in the little banner around a simple heart tattoo. I always wonder where their women went cause they never have one next to them.
Sitting across from this guy, he takes a good look at me too. My slicked back, greasy hair, pale skin, and new old-style tattoos. It’s like he’s lookin’ back and I’m lookin’ forward to a future that just might end up being my own. I see these men down & out, rolling ****** Top Tobacco cigarettes with brown & yellow fingertips pregnant little toothpick smokes with loose ends that spill tobacco all over their laps on their faded grey-used-to-be-black rustler jeans the cheap kind from K-Mart. I see these men and it terrifies me to think that could be me and my future. It could be me. If I don’t get my **** together. Cause right now today as I get ready to pull this sheet from the typewriter and catch the 2:48 p.m. bus I am going nowhere Fast. **** me.