In the shade of the arcade
waiting for bus 93
He stood in the company
of 2 policemen standing right next to me
Caught for what I believe to be riding for free
in the shade of the arcade
waiting for 93
Upset with discomfort as they write their report
he nervously lights his broken cigarette
to calm the moment for them all
in the shade of the arcade
waiting for 93
In a flash he bolts before me
dodging bodies in the shade of the arcade
pursued by the yelling police
Caught in the distance believed to be riding for free
Tackled down in the shade of the arcade
93 arrives as I jump on for free
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