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country...
Denver Bus Stop
Well, he drove up to the bus stop Pulled the lever for the door Cold winds blew sleet and snowflakes On that Denver bus’ floor Saw a woman on the stone bench Cup of coffee by her side Thought about some steamin’ cocoa When he got home that night Cos the last stop on his long route Always helped him look ahead To his sweet wife’s stroganoff, and a quilt that’s warm n soft And a prayer beside their bed
O that chilly Denver bus stop Is like a crossroads of city life Cos folks hold on and try to live With little things that life can give Or spend their lives trying to survive
Well, she waited on that bus bench West wind blowin’ in her face Tired cos she’d worked a double Tendin’ bar at Frankie’s Place Saw a stranger on the corner Wearin’ tattered army greens Sipped some bitter Quik Stop coffee Cut with tasteless powdered cream Then she saw her bus was comin’ And she left her coffee there Thought about her kitchenette, the kittens ‘neath her bed Smilin’ as she paid her fare
O that chilly Denver bus stop Is like a crossroads of city life Cos folks hold on and try to live With little things that life can give Or spend their lives trying to survive
Well, he waited on the corner For an empty concrete cot They’d be full up at the shelter It’s at least a two mike walk And the cold bit through his collar Cos his coat was thin and torn But that lady left her coffee And it was almost warm Thought of buddies at the VA Who would never walk again He sat down on his bed, and then he bowed his head Thanked the Lord and said “amen”
O that chilly Denver bus stop Is like a crossroads of city life And folks hold on and try to live With little things that life can give Or spend their lives trying to survive
©2009 Robert George
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Rob, very touching and well written.
have fun, John
Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword never had an editor.
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thanks John.
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Ohh... I love this! It moves me to tears... I never thought that coffee would serve a good course, and was so glad that the story went on and it was all one continuous round..
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thanks sparrow.
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A Brilliant & Beautiful Slice-O'-Life, Amigo!
"KUDOS"!
Best Wishes, Stan
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