Noted flaneur Tom Dobrowolsky of Urban Archives and Seattlest (and a friend of mine from grad school) wrote a poem about riding by me on the bus the other day, and I have saved it here for posterity.
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.
This is my favorite non-ovary related poem written on, by, or about mass transit in Seattle.
It IS a fine morning. I was coming from a consulting gig I currently have going with folks whose offices are in the University District, and I’d just bought a plastic hardshell for my MacBook Pro.