Duty Called – Poem #128

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
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 loving
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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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to Duty Called – Poem #128

  1. beetleypete says:

    Another old favourite, Frank. Evocative indeed.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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