i am a passenger

i ride and i ride

(it's a song by iggy pop)

he was in a band called the stooges

birth name james osterberg

(i digress, again)

...



i am an observer

i sip my morning coffee

and i am a passenger

(we all all passengers)

in 1 form or another

i see a van pull up each morning and drop off 6 women whom enter the local nail salon.

i wonder

do they choose their employment?

i asked 1 young lady if she would share her experience with me one day as she walked on by to gather lunch at the market

(she had "walked on by" many times before)

"no can do"

i will not compromise your situation..

"is that your bike?"

yes

"my parents pedaled a bike"

can we talk?

"yes, but not here- not now"

any place- any how...


PS: we shall speak again...

((and did-but not here and not right now...)