The Bus Chronicles - Begins

The Bus Chronicles - Sextuplet

As I walked out of the bar, I looked up and saw a diamond in the sky,
heavy breathing I hear around me. "Excuse me, sir!" "Excuse me!"
A hobo girl dressed in men's clothes walk's up to me,
"All sh@t!" as she signs, staring me in the eyes with sincerity.

Two beings of great power woven into a dance of subtle duplicity, (Ding) Game On!

"Sir I really don't mean to ask?"
Then why ask, I think.

"Well, it's like this!"
"I really don't want to be on these streets tonight, my back is killing me,
I've slept on these sidewalks for four days in a row, I really could use a bed for tonight.
I'm trying to get enough money to go pay for a bed at St, Thomas housing clinic,
I really could use the help."

As her words departed from her lips,
Our eyes locked playing I see you, but do you see me syntax relevance.

"Vroom, Vroom" was the sound of a red Porsche engine as it passed the entrance of a boutique hotel.

"I'm really not trying to scam you."
Where is this place? I ask
"It's by Emmanuel hospital,"
Where is that?
"Way northeast Portland,"
No address, Hmm?
"I take the number four bus right to it."

{Wealth is given to those who value the least} was the sentiment that flashed in my head.

I remember I had fifty dollars available for the whole of next week, I had to stretch it, to last out the week for food and bus fare,
I outta hit this clown in the face.
You test me now! After showing me the unimaginable earlier in the day, the dynamics of the universe laid out before me, oh so sweet, but forever the trickster.
As a woman walking with her boyfriend screamed "OW!" in ecstasy to an uninhibited Friday night.

"You can see my id?" The girl insisted.
Ha! Thinking, this pitch is as phony as you,
I can see it all the way, from the perch on mars.

As our forces became entangled within the matrix,
Compelled was I, by the laws of magic
Caught, but ever so wanting to run away.

How much do you need?
"Twelve dollars."
Of course you do, I think
Not enough to be offended but just enough to test delicate sensibilities.

I reach into my pocket, and pull out fifteen dollars,
I noticed a woman in a tiny gray dress across the street turn and twirl,
as the girl and I shook hands, money in-between.

I asked her: "you promise to god, this money will be used for a bed tonight?"
Eyes locked, neither one of us blinking,
her reply mysteriously connected to the darkness of the night,
as synchronicity played out a tune, upon the waves of life
"I swear to god!" she replied
As we both savored, the dance of the con.