Bus 18 Blues
The same people ride the #18
Each day like drones
grimly sink in seats
Going to jobs just to scrape by
Just enough for a couple of beers on Saturday night
and pay the rent Monday.
The bus driver remembers our names.
Smiles at each one in a motherly way
Tells me I need more iron
as goose bumps appear
The arctic temperature for tropical travelers doesnt help.
One seat is empty today,
Fifty year old Gulf War veteran
died of cancer last night
and someone new fills his seat.
Walking Down Prospect St.
Walking down Prospect St
Lifting my cheeks to flowing raindrops
The deep melodic tone beating off of railroad tracks
I breathe deep , soaked to skin
So happy to be alive.
Mexican couple carrying
plastic bags of groceries
enough for tonight's dinner
laugh as they pass
the wife balances a flat of eggs in one hand
smacks her husbands ass with the other.
Simplicity is the root of all happiness.
Lillac trees sway
to the breeze of speeding cars
Puddles splash up on
my soaked shoes as they squish squish squish
like a Kerouac haiku.
Funny the crazy looks you get
walking through afternoon rain.
Like the smile I got from you.
Diana Rose, has been known by the pen name "Angelheart" on Myspace since 2006, where she has featured poets weekly in her " Top Ten of Myspace". She is a host of an open mic poetry show on Blogtalkradio, where she has featured poets such as Talaam Acey, Eddie Oliver, Max Parthas, Larry Kuetchlin just to name a few. She has been published in Madswirl, The Plebian Rag Volume 1, Alabaster and Mercury Vol 1, Webdigest weekly , 10k Poets Magazine the National Poetry Month editon 2009 and The Virgogray Press Chapbook Anthology National Poetry Month 2010 Edition.