The Number Two Bus. Poem by Michael Cochrane

The Number Two Bus.

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From the Glasgow gallowgate the characters board. We pass the stop at the chippy, the driver shouts back soon! Poor service shouts a passenger, grunts and expletives. After relieving himself he climbs aboard. A wee drunk man speaks to a young Spanish lad. Your from Seville and have a holiday let in the east end! Gasps from fellow travellers! Comments flow, like does he know exactly what's ahead of him! The drunken banter spews out advice on how he can enjoy himself in Glesga! He gets off at his stop and looks bewildered by his run down surroundings, a rabbit in the headlights! The wee man bursts into song of I belong to Glasgow, and is given a round of applause!
Michael Cochrane © 2022

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 01 September 2022

ditto

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fatemeh zolfagharian 31 August 2022

Lovely Michael

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