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Love Song For a Bus Driver By Aaron Rudolph I'd write a song if I could for the bus driver who, every evening, opens the bus door and smiles. She drives further and further from home-- she is a singer of small talk. She does a sonata for the weather, a ballad on city liquor taxes. Over the days and more rides, we become a duet. I am her tenor she is my alto. I nod my head keeping beat, begin my own songs wailing about my reasons for the bus, a solo on single life. We croon on until her foot taps the breaks, my cue to start the finale. I sing about city road conditions, local sanitation, and, together, we hit the last note a good bye that lasts too long still ringing as she drives away. |
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