Overheard
A guy on a phone in his ear on a bus on a rant
to a girl on the way to a dance as she whines to a friend
who's out on a break on a trip to a dive in the hood
in a fix with a wrap on her waist,
a scam to con a babe
who's a catch with the eye of a trout
with a glint in its slit
as the bog scatters blue,
is yakking too loud for our slouch of a crowd
jammed up to the straps as a bag lady breaks
the string of her Ked right left in a knot
tucked back in the hem of her sock.
She couldn't care less what this peach of a prize
in his mother's martini
pimento speared olive-green eyes
has to badger the girl on her way
to a dance as she carps to her friend
and cries to a guy on a phone.
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