Sometimes
simplicity is best. These lyrics grew out of some random notes I was taking on
the bus between Davis Square, Somerville and West Medford. The piece of art,
sort of a sequel, came many years later. In between, there was graduating from
U. Mass, the Ingersoll Dinner Theater, Chicago, Plastic Mikey, Bitter Pills, In
Treble, Round Lake, marriage, and moving to Cambridge. I can think of several
additional sequels:
“At the Bus”
“Under the Bus”
“Behind the Bus”
“To the Bus”
…and so on.
Hi ho.
Current
listening: David Cassidy, Cherish
On The Bus
© 1990 Brian HutzellTwo men, the old and the young
The red-haired girl who's ignoring everyone
The tall blonde athlete falling asleep
The young teenager sitting still in his seat
The couple in the back seat going out to dance
In their loose fitting shirts and their leather pants
The couple up front throwing Faulkner back and forth
Finally agreeing on Whitman's worth
The crowd coming on in their rush to get home
All on the bus together, all traveling alone
“From the Bus”
Brian Hutzell
from 80s
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