crowded twenty-two,
oh my god, what is that smell?
b.o, sweat, dog, fish
The 22 makes
me old and cranky. Dang kids!
Turn off your music!
-Heather S.
What’s worse than MUNI
on a rainy day? I ask
in jest; nothing is.
-Heather S.
my body is sore
compassionate twenty-two
steaming tub awaits
-paul brown @ tawdrytalk.com
rain on, O tempest
my groceries will stay dry
twenty-two smells like wet shoes
–paul brown @ tawdrytalk.com
Waiting at Safeway
Maybe I will walk instead
Fillmore is moon lit
–rh
On the twenty-two
wheel chair is coming on board
Damn – now I must stand
–C&K
“going to A.A.
N.A., C.A., triple A
when I get a car.”
– poeticpolitics
(Fn1: quoting old man named Charles who kissed my hand, Sunday 3/31/08)
On va à la Baie
Nouveau, le terminus est
Deux stations plus tôt.
-Didier Laget
Drenched in sun
Burnt morning coffee
Symphony
Church and 16th Street
16th Street and Valencia
16th and Mission
drunk, the 22
is like a magic ferry
wait if you believe
–oneragingstar
Have you hugged your bus
Driver lately? You really
Shouldn’t. That’s not safe.
–E.K.L.
Someone ought to tell
That kid not to touch any
Surfaces in here.
–E.K.L.
Take a shower, please,
Mr. Bus Driver, ’cause it’s
Getting hard to breathe.
–E.K.L.
Tanked as you may be
You’re never the most drunk one
on the 22
—camper english
Waited forever.
And then you showed up for me.
Seven in a row.
Twenty-two Fillmore
Get in hold on look ahead
uninviting ride
seeking pretty boys
will you go to Castro? —No!
stale Fillmore coffee.
—Matthue Roth
The next 22
prophesied with GPS.
This is the future.
—Natasha