Bus pulls in at
late night bus stop
I gaze at the face
gazing back at my face
from the darkness
my reflection appears to be
crying
but it's only rain!
|I haven't got a clue
where I am
the bus trembles
as it waits
for passengers to mount
idily I
glance about
thinking of...nothing
look up to see
her
framed
in a window
pretty as a picture
whip off her blouse & bra
with complete & utter abandon
and with unmistaken lust & laughter
visible even from here
throw herself upon
with wild & flashing hair
an unseen lover
I gaze in wonder
leaving me feeling
a litttle like
Jimmy Stweart
in Hitchcock's REAR WINDOW!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feeling-like-jimmy-stweart/
