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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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