did you ever take a greyhound bus?
of course you did
 that smell
   musty cigarettes
   sullen attitudes
  cold long nights
 of
 diesel hum
 ensconsed in your wool overcoat
   looking at the girl two rows up
   trying to read that paperback
and then you pull into some
pit stop
   so the driver can piss
 and you amble out
 legs all stiff
   breathe the cold air
     buy a Hershey bar with
almonds
 and get back in
    off you go
back on the highway
   to Tuscaloosa
or Monroe
 Twin Falls
Newport
 Andersen
     Nashua
   42nd street
 and fucking
   hell look out
  it's
goddamn
New York City
  New York
meet your old man for
  oysters and beer
 at the restaurant under the station
    where his old man took him
how many years ago
 twenty
  or so