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I've done it in coffee shops. I've done it on coffee breaks. I've done it at the dentist's. But the best place of all was and is a bus stop. I sit on  the bench ... oh, wait! Am I giving you the wrong idea? About me... ah? I take out my book and a writing implement, and I wait,... Until the bus comes along to the stop, and I watch,... the faces of the passengers, on board. What a motley hoard! My sitting still, causes discord. The driver barks "Hey!" through the open door I sit and I watch,... Some people flip me the bird!  My word!? Then there are those who look down their noses. Others shout "move off" or that they, "will call the cops" As I see it, costs nothing for me, it is Free Writing. A thousand faces go by in an hour.  I was supposed, to be home, helping with dinner,and or walk the dog, gather the garbage or remove recycling too, But I  like  it  here. On the bench, my bench, nothing to repair, nothing to clean, Shelter roof over my head, Plug my ears to the obscene, Converse with the impaired, (just don't make eye contact or act scared) As it gets dark, the lighting is fine, I will write about writing, without fighting for, space or time, SO..., I will write you a letter, but to mail it I may lose my spot, rather, taped above my head where it rests is a poem that attests, should you come look for me, here is a  ten word poem that sums it up perfectly: where i am is where i will be writing free. DWE 2013-04-04
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Honey, I have left you for a Bus Stop!
I've done it in coffee shops. I've done it on coffee breaks. I've done it at the dentist's. But the best place of all was and is a bus stop. I sit on  the bench ... oh, wait! Am I giving you the wrong idea? About me... ah? I take out my book and a writing implement, and I wait,... Until the bus comes along to the stop, and I watch,... the faces of the passengers, on board. What a motley hoard! My sitting still, causes discord. The driver barks "Hey!" through the open door I sit and I watch,... Some people flip me the bird!  My word!? Then there are those who look down their noses. Others shout "move off" or that they, "will call the cops" As I see it, costs nothing for me, it is Free Writing. A thousand faces go by in an hour.  I was supposed, to be home, helping with dinner,and or walk the dog, gather the garbage or remove recycling too, But I  like  it  here. On the bench, my bench, nothing to repair, nothing to clean, Shelter roof over my head, Plug my ears to the obscene, Converse with the impaired, (just don't make eye contact or act scared) As it gets dark, the lighting is fine, I will write about writing, without fighting for, space or time, SO..., I will write you a letter, but to mail it I may lose my spot, rather, taped above my head where it rests is a poem that attests, should you come look for me, here is a  ten word poem that sums it up perfectly: where i am is where i will be writing free. DWE 2013-04-04
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
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