A Lady and a Stranger: a Bus Station Crush
I’ve never been one to believe in love at first sight
Something about this man’s demeanor was kind of tight
He caught my attention at the bus station
I must be crazy myself I ask, “are you ever too old to fall in love”
As I watched him shoving his hand into his glove
Those fingers look like they could keep me cozy at night
No doubt in my mind he would not hold me right
Look at me, as giddy as a school girl in a dorm
These embarrassing thoughts are so not my norm
Uh oh, he’s walking in my direction
I have butterflies, how is this stranger
Connected to my affections
He walks with that ol’ man been-through-some-things swag
Carrying his lunch in a paper brown bag
His eyes piercing dark mahogany
With a screw face from the cold
And yet, so handsome with his grumpy salt and pepper bearded frown
He would take me dancing, we would tear up the town
I picture us together walking hand and hand down by the creek
My heart is pounding, he’s standing right behind me
I’m too nervous to speak
I hate that I’ve always been a bit meek
After my divorce, love I did not care to seek
But this attraction to this strange man is making me weak
Maybe it will dwindle, who knows
He just bumped into me, Oh my god, I’m going to freak
Say something, anything, perhaps a little squeak
Aw shux, the bus has arrived
Guess I'll see him at the bus station next week
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