| What the world needs now Is not love, sweet love - There is enough of that going on On the 98 B-Line Two lovers curled up Taking over a space meant for four Making me want to vomit (I hate couples.) At least they are a distraction From the smell Of camphor and feline urine. It seems to me that all 98 B-Lines Smell this way (Or maybe it's just my luck to always catch this one that does.) At least I caught it this time - Not stranded in an unforgiving street scene Wet benches and stone cold walls. Of course, someone is complaining About how stuffy it is in here And opens a window to let in a breeze That keeps my damp hair floating around my nose Tickling. Almost home now - Just over a bridge, around a few bends. Then I walk Towards sunset, Towards water. |
| The 98 B-Line |