Soldier sitting by the door
riding the bus in ’64
just two and twenty he was then
going away ’till god knows when
riding a bus through Massachusetts
as the snow began to fall
the bus pulled in
to a road side diner
the soldier went in
and sat at the counter
where the coffee was hot
and the bacon just perfect
the waitress was pretty
the atmosphere pleasant;
and he thought to himself
I could stay here forever.
He wanted to stay
where life was still beautiful
where his girl could come join him
in the corner for dinner
a night of sensuality
limbs perfect and trembling
He sighed at the driver
when the time came to go
trudging back to the bus
his boots crunching snow
the magic still with him
wanting to stay
but going away
missing a Christmas
missing two
missing her
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Another poignant memoir of your youth, Frank. As fresh as if it was today.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s beautiful and unfortunately very topical …
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Thank you DBofC – It was me
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I figured that, Toritto. Unfortunately, with the way things are going in the Middle East, I think more and more people will have to leave their families and loved ones, some of them for a Christmas or two, some of them forever.
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Beautiful. Saddened by those who didn’t make it back. Semper Fi. —CC
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