There is always
A young woman on the bus
She always tells a joke in swedish
To her spanish girlfriend
About liederhosen, lights
Inside the bus flicker
Just as they start to chuckle
An old man rises
Turning left
The emblem comes in view
From the back
A gunman shifts
And leans across the aisle
Next to me politely sitting, waits
The catcher in the right
Tailor Bell
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