The bus took Westside Highway up to 92nd….dodging fast cars…semi-trucks…taxi-cabs…. and junkies in junkers trying to get out of Dodge quick as they can…..their souls left in a city with no tolerance for the weak… winners and losers….Guess who won…..

Word word word word word….That song keeps playing over and over….every hour on the hour….Word word word word tell me what you heard heard heard heard…..Vagabonds singing along to this incoherent hip-hop hoe-down of nothing…..absolute nothing…..”I ain’t takin’ the rap for no rap,” Gil Scott Heron.

The bus keeps swerving and moving faster with an ear-phoned driver…..one eye on traffic….the other on Facebook….

Word word word word….tell me what you heard heard heard now….And a drunk Southern  queen won’t stop rambling-on about Shoe fly pie and Apple cream….Made by a mom years ago when somebody cared…..

So….ear-plugs are placed….and Bill Evans plays On Green Dolphin Street…Philly and PC make time eloquently. ….

Now there is peace….