Jeepneys Poem by Dennis Go

We used to ride
Those petty Jeepneys -
Old historic leftovers
From stark, nostalgic past.

Elbow to elbow,
Shoulder to shoulder,
None can withstand
The city's traffic blast.

I sat beside you
Dead-eyed yet serene;
Brushing curious fingertips,
Feeling your tender skin.

Irritated, you squirmed.
Your heated look astounds me.

With smiles in my heart,
I'll treasure that day
'Though again and again
You pinched me.