Just before the bus’ yellow interior lights dimmed
He told me that his former restaurant boss
Still comes downtown to play scratch lottery tickets.
Urban renewal took the restaurant, and the worker’s job.
The bus started west,
Past closing stores,
Around parked cars and trucks.
An orange sunset screened the west,
Black utility poles climbed into twilight,
Flat dark roofs set firm.
A beep, a stop, those yellow lights on,
A passenger off,
Then, lights off.
A soft trip, a sweet shell ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-November 2014