She boards through back door.
Driver: “Get off now.” Woman:
“Bullshit! I’m busy!”
–E.K.L.
i say muni sucks-
sam trans cushy seats might be
the ultimate hell.
1982
new Boeing LRV at
Church and 30th.
articulated
high tech future of my youth–
at Rio Vista!
i left way early
destination: union st.
muni takes forever
stop yelling at the
old lady. she can hardly
walk. driver. i cry.
the L never came
streetcorner: cold, dark, sketchy
gave up. go taxi!
the brakes are broken
speeding car we lurch forward
argonaught vomit
cute little streetcar
i roll my eyes, tourists gawk
keep gliding along
40 more minutes
college students and creepsters
cellphones and cold wind
streetcar does not end
past where the back door begins
why not move on back?
–tigerlil
stop short, mean driver
market, van ness, what a mess
destination, hell
-SK
crack, booze, prostitute
mehtamphetamine, fart
tranny, un-paid fare
–SK
Ugh, 3rd and Market
Old Chinese folks push and shove;
Today I push back!
each fifteen minutes
says “average” waiting time
none come, then all three
– JK
why do you exist
your fifteen minute headways
might as well be none
the true people’s bus
you toil tirelessly
i love to hate you
Mid-day twenty-one
a sunny ride down market
marred by the cursing
It’s dark and rainy
And I’m on the forty-five.
Please pass the Draino.
–E.K.L.
I’d like to think that
The drivers were nice people
At some point in time.
–E.K.L.
Beads of sweat, dripping.
Gripping two canes in one hand.
No one gives their seat.
–E.K.L.