Bus Station Poems - Poems about Bus Station

Waiting inside the bus station I see her there she is a BEAUTY she is. The wind blows the door To the station open. Her soft dark Long Hair flutters she sees me. Her Magenta lipstick colors Her full Lips. "Hello." Caught. In the moment. I wasn't sure which one Of us spoke first. It was magical Nonetheless I confess a BRILLIANT DAY! This...

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----------------------- Bus Station Riding on the Dog time for coffee and a sandwich ...

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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...

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Her hair's so black, the blue is breaking through. Centre-parted with furrow crown to fore, perfectly placed and kept in position as pretty red ribbons bind the bunches. Her face is crazed and tanned to leather. Too many benders on Benidorm beach. Her mouth is creased, possibly from decades of dragging long and hard...

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I walked up to the man at the counter, put down my bag, and looked at the name on his tag, It was Howard. "How do Howard," said I, “Ain’t it a lovely day to be alive? I want to visit my sister Ruth in Duluth, whatcha got leaving around five?" Then I smiled and showed him my...

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we both as we mope we're going to take trip our eyes met how can i forget it was feeling got us both reeling we talk and walk without histation its was love as we hug at THE BUS STATION...

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A long time ago this scene unfolded as I traveled from place to place As I look back from my values I hold dear today, it's entirely a different race Every persons walk is unique and holds many a lesson Some to share openly and others are for confessen Wake up somewhere in an alley behind a trash dumpster...

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