How to Write a Poem
And I thought people on New York buses didn't talk to each other.
To visit my grandparents, we had a long ride on the Q27. I wondered how the driver knew where we were going.
great propositions, both of them!
Sounds like you are being set-up for the “ romani shakedown.”
You must be very approachable.
yes i am
bus rides = poetry in motion. when i lived in the city my favorite occasional bus experience was taking the bus that ran from near my place on the Bowery all the way up to my friend's apt on Riverside Drive. ohhh: the eavesdropping. a gold mine.
And I thought people on New York buses didn't talk to each other.
To visit my grandparents, we had a long ride on the Q27. I wondered how the driver knew where we were going.
great propositions, both of them!
Sounds like you are being set-up for the “ romani shakedown.”
You must be very approachable.
yes i am
bus rides = poetry in motion. when i lived in the city my favorite occasional bus experience was taking the bus that ran from near my place on the Bowery all the way up to my friend's apt on Riverside Drive. ohhh: the eavesdropping. a gold mine.