Poetry (while) on Busses

Tom Dobrowolsky of Urban Archives and Seattlest wrote a poem about encountering me on the bus the other day. I thought it was pretty awesome, so I’m saving it here.

Metro route 44, 11:53 to 11:54AM

I saw Corprew today
outside the window of my bus.
He was standing at the corner
stuffing a laptop or something like that
into his compact bag.                                       5
He looked intent.

I thought for a second that he might get on my bus
but it pulled away
without him aboard.                                        10
I would have liked to say hello
and inquire what he was doing.
I wondered why he was on campus;
I wondered where he was going.
Had he eaten yet?                                          15

Corprew's a mysterious guy
with his fingers in many pies.
Nobody really knows when Corprew comes and goes.
He moves as he pleases.                                    20

As for me, quite ironically,
I got off at the next stop
barely in time for class.
No time to talk to friends;                                25
a slave to the watch upon my hand.
Unaware of Corprew's latest crimes.

© Tom Dobrowlowsky.