The Drifter

Tall and lean

Dusty boots and faded jeans

Leaning up against a pillar

Watching the to and fro

Within that dark and murky building

As the smoke curls

Upwards mixing with the smell

Of diesel and oil

With each puff he draws

At the sound of the muffled intercom

That rankles through the din

He stoops low retrieving

His battered old bag and steps

Toward the Greyhound

The sound of his boots echo

Long steps of his

A nod he hands his ticket

To the weathered driver

Who has seen it all

Climbs the steps with purpose

On the bus of Pandora’s characters

Going somewhere

Where he has never been before

For to stay here

The ache of love lost

Haunts him day by day


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