To the man at the bus stop

You were waiting, I was too though not for long

Manny is your game, I don’t know your name

We spoke for a while and I think we got along

Bad jokes were made, but I have no shame

Similar morals brought us closer for a minute

I didn’t mean to act so excited when my bus came

Sorry that we had to part on our own separate routes

If only I’d asked you for at least your name

I am not saying any of this to meet you again

Simply wanted to tell you that you smelled amazing

You dressed very well and had a decent brain

The best is all I wish for you, I bet your guitar playing is curtain raising.


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