Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine
Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat
Last seen by The Red Lion on the street
And off to Swindon on the 49 -
Another bus is coming, so it’s fine
That Autumn makes an old heart skip a beat
Her hazy colours, and her scents as sweet
As blackberries that tumble from the vine
We stand here by the bus stop, and the breeze
Blows chillier than yesterday - we wait
She won’t be long, although she’s sometimes late
(Devizes traffic, everyone agrees)
Less leaves than yesterday - we watch them fall
She has to come from Trowbridge, after all
© Gail Foster 21st September 2019
Beneath ivory moon and ebony sky
I found refuge in an abandoned bus stop
Dilapidated shops surround
A coronation to the dark side of capitalism
Busted windows tell horror stories
Once proud walls are crumbling
Fifty years ago this was prime real estate
Now it's a forgotten footnote for weary travelers
It's what happens when a dream is disfigured
As time passes it becomes a nightmare
And none remember when it was beautiful
I'm of the new generation that no longer dreams
Drenched in cold sweat I'm wide awake
And my heart is forever broken
My mind is a wasteland of it's never going to happen
Depressed this bus stop is my last hope
As I await the stagecoach of death
Knowing I might not have a dream
But I'll be damned if I don't go out on my own terms
Beneath ivory moon and ebony sky