Waiting at a bus-shelter

[PrinceMyshkin]

Waiting at a bus-shelter
for Sophie to return, I observe
that Poitiers is populated
by Citroens, Peugeots, Renaults,
Fiats and the occasional Volkswagen,
driven, it is to be assumed,
by French men and women.

Finally, a solitary jogger
approaches in my direction; and,
hungry for human contact,
I give him a sort of half nod
and get, in return,
one half as deep as mine.

[Poppy]

What no big 4 wheel drives, and loud thump thump from the car stereos?
I am dissapointed...
Thanks for painting a nice picture. Oh how is the latte?

[PrinceMyshkin]

What no big 4 wheel drives, and loud thump thump from the car stereos?
I am dissapointed...
Thanks for painting a nice picture. Oh how is the latte?

Just between you and me, Yankee Dude, I had my first espresso since getting here, this morning and I rated it a C-.

[Pendragon]

I agree with the poem, Jer. Doesn't it seem like the world is populated with cars and the people driving them have no contact with the outside world? Have a wonderful time on your trip, btw.

[ampoule]

Waiting at a bus-shelter
for Sophie to return, I observe
that Poitiers is populated
by Citroens, Peugeots, Renaults,
Fiats and the occasional Volkswagen,
driven, it is to be assumed,
by French men and women.

Finally, a solitary jogger
approaches in my direction; and,
hungry for human contact,
I give him a sort of half nod
and get, in return,
one half as deep as mine.

Welcome back (forum-wise). I've missed you. I like this a lot, especially the last verse and the last few lines. I guess we get what we give. No, that's not really true, or maybe I just don't get what I'm getting in return for what I gave.

[firefangled]

Waiting at a bus-shelter
for Sophie to return, I observe
that Poitiers is populated
by Citroens, Peugeots, Renaults,
Fiats and the occasional Volkswagen,
driven, it is to be assumed,
by French men and women.

Finally, a solitary jogger
approaches in my direction; and,
hungry for human contact,
I give him a sort of half nod
and get, in return,
one half as deep as mine.

I feel like singing the Welcome Back Kotter theme, or maybe some Pink Floyd...Welcome, to the machine...

I liked this poem, Jerry. You seem to be trying scene painting and it works very well as did the front porch poem. And isn't it strange the way reality presents itself poetically sometimes.

[CdnReader]

This reminds me very much of your old "Cafe" series. Love it. :)

[symphony]

As if the sun isnt killin enough, the frequent horns of those damned automobiles are giving me frequent headaches whenever they get hold of me in the streets. I dont know why they like to play with those horns so much, but they just do. And I feel like ...%$&*&^#$%@ !
Anyway, what I meant to say is, YES these are defi-damned-nitely pollution! :flare:

[PrinceMyshkin]

from the landing
outside Sophie's apartment
I looked down on Rue des Terres Noires,
normally deserted, and saw
a man and a woman
pushing a stroller.
I waited for the flics to arrive
to exercise crowd control.



*

a slap-footed woman,
her head like the captain of a proud
ocean liner, navigated her ample figure
across the street ahead of me
and, since I could not be her lover,
I wished her a lusty one,
built like a stadium, with hands
like Bayonne hams.

[CdnReader]

a slap-footed woman,
her head like the captain of a proud
ocean liner, navigated her ample figure
across the street ahead of me
and, since I could not be her lover,
I wished her a lusty one,
built like a stadium, with hands
like Bayonne hams.

Oh, I do love this, PM. What a vision! :D