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