Johnny didn't know
who the dame was at
the bus stop, but she
caught his eye standing
there on her cellphone,
blue eyes, and night pink
top, and well endowed,
and fingering the keyboard,
she looked at him then
looked away, he was going
to smile, but she looked
away too quick, but she
looked ok, nice figure, and
not too tall or short, just
about his size, he wanted
to know her name, and maybe
fix a date, but the bus stop
was crowded, and other kept
getting his view of her,
then she moved along, and
she was out of his sight,
and some old codger was
there standing sniffing, then
he saw her again she was
texting someone on the
phone, her face frowning,
then she tucked the phone
in her jeans pocket, and
looked at the road, Johnny
studied her, took in her frame,
the way she stood, her hips
and thighs, and her blue eyes,
and imagined maybe she's
say, hey mister you want to
come sit by me and we can
chat and all that? but she didn't
she just looked at the road,
then the bus came along, and
she was on board before he got
there, and the driver said sorry
no more I'm full, and so drove
off, and the dame in the pink
top had gone, and so had his
dream dame, nice hips, thighs,
and blue eyes but no name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, the dame will still live in his mind for a while or little longer and disappear. No harm done either way. Interesting. Thanks for sharing.