Trip To Salem Mall
Tonight I’m riding bus 24 to the Salem Mall to meet a new lady, Julene.
[Emeebee], just the prospect of meeting someone new makes my emotional memory of you far mare dim,
Perhaps she’ll help me banish the dream of life with you from my mind forever.
Thirteen years ago, it was I who carried a boom box onto a city bus, playing my favorite disco and soul tunes.
Tonight, I ride with just a pen and paper, hating the music some teenagers are playing in the seats nearby.
I fear I’ve become the person I hated who used to yell at me to turn down that trashy music.
I’m getting old. I’ve become the grown-up whom, as a child, I hated.
The bouncy, noisy, sometimes profane busses notwithstanding, I create my best works on a bus.
The independence of riding inspires me. So do the pretty girls.
Though I love the life of singlehood, that you’ve made me re enter Emeebee, I hate you for forcing it on me.
I love the consequences of us, But I hate you for making me take this path.
How about I give you this rose?
Please take it to be sure, and jab yourself with the thorns
Appreciate the now, Tom.
Forget the past.
Stop predictions of the future.
