{"id":12309,"date":"2018-09-09T08:58:54","date_gmt":"2018-09-09T06:58:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12309"},"modified":"2018-09-09T00:01:57","modified_gmt":"2018-09-08T22:01:57","slug":"five-poems-by-jake-cosmos-aller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12309","title":{"rendered":"Five Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller"},"content":{"rendered":"

Snarling Cup of Coffee<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee<\/p>\n

I pound down the coffee<\/p>\n

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First thing I do every day as the dawning sun<\/p>\n

Lights up my lonesome room<\/p>\n

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Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee<\/p>\n

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I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy\u2019s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny\u2019s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets\u2019s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can\u2019t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer\u2019s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee \u2013 and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60\u2019s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa\u2019s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro\u2019s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee<\/p>\n

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As I pound down that first cup of coffee<\/p>\n

And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies<\/p>\n

Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals<\/p>\n

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I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear<\/p>\n

I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair<\/p>\n

Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements<\/p>\n

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I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting\u00a0\u00a0 “Stop the world.<\/p>\n

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I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”<\/p>\n

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude<\/p>\n

It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun<\/p>\n

In its appointed daily run<\/p>\n

And I sit down<\/p>\n

The madness dissipating a bit<\/p>\n

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And enjoy my second cup<\/p>\n

Of heaven and hell<\/p>\n

In my morning cup of Joe<\/p>\n

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Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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On the night of the blood red super full moon<\/p>\n

I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar<\/p>\n

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Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew<\/p>\n

Washed\u00a0down by endless rounds of whiskey<\/p>\n

rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer<\/p>\n

drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang<\/p>\n

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Drinking my way to Hell and beyond<\/p>\n

Just as fast as I could<\/p>\n

twenty damn drinks too sober<\/p>\n

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Just an unhinged lunatic<\/p>\n

Dreaming of howling at the full moon<\/p>\n

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Watching the world walk by<\/p>\n

Looking at all the fine-looking babes<\/p>\n

Walking by the street<\/p>\n

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Thinking wild, erotic thoughts<\/p>\n

Of endless wild libertine passions<\/p>\n

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When into the bar<\/p>\n

That din of cosmic depravity<\/p>\n

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Walked the most beautiful women<\/p>\n

In the Universe<\/p>\n

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So wild, so free<\/p>\n

So wonderfully alive<\/p>\n

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I did not know what to do<\/p>\n

As this vision of delight<\/p>\n

Sauntered through the bar<\/p>\n

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In a skin-tight leather pant<\/p>\n

Looked so fine<\/p>\n

That my eyeballs hurt<\/p>\n

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And finally, I had to say something<\/p>\n

So, I gathered up my manly courage<\/p>\n

And walked up to her<\/p>\n

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And she looked at me<\/p>\n

And instantly bewitched my soul<\/p>\n

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With a devilish grin<\/p>\n

I lost all reason<\/p>\n

And became a raving lunatic<\/p>\n

Unhinged lunatic<\/p>\n

Howling at the blood red full moon<\/p>\n

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Foaming at the mouth<\/p>\n

A wild, free werewolf<\/p>\n

Howling at the lunatic light<\/p>\n

Of the blood red blue full Moon<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

April 30 In Search of America 1975 \u2013 Hitch hiking Tales<\/strong><\/p>\n

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When I was young and foolish<\/p>\n

Broke and stubborn<\/p>\n

I hitchhiked across the USA<\/p>\n

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Started in Salt Lake City<\/p>\n

Where my greyhound bus pass<\/p>\n

Was stolen<\/p>\n

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The station manager<\/p>\n

Could have helped me<\/p>\n

But refused to do so<\/p>\n

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Threaten to call the cops<\/p>\n

When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags<\/p>\n

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I said<\/p>\n

Go ahead<\/p>\n

But I am so out of here<\/p>\n

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Wondered about Salt Lake City<\/p>\n

Went to a bar<\/p>\n

Found I had to buy my booze<\/p>\n

Next door<\/p>\n

And they would mix it for me<\/p>\n

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Had to order food too<\/p>\n

After a bloody Mary<\/p>\n

And a burger<\/p>\n

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I walked about town<\/p>\n

Saw the Mormon Temple<\/p>\n

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Finally about 3 pm<\/p>\n

It was time to hit the road<\/p>\n

Did not look back<\/p>\n

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Ended up in Cody Wyoming<\/p>\n

Got a room shower<\/p>\n

Steak beer<\/p>\n

Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars<\/p>\n

Money really went far<\/p>\n

Back in those days<\/p>\n

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A band of professional<\/p>\n

Communist agitators<\/p>\n

Gave me a ride<\/p>\n

To Des Moines<\/p>\n

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Lots of weed, booze<\/p>\n

And politics later<\/p>\n

Got off the road<\/p>\n

Slept outside<\/p>\n

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Next day<\/p>\n

A beautiful woman<\/p>\n

Drove me to near Chicago<\/p>\n

In a red mustang<\/p>\n

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Might have been<\/p>\n

The girl in the song<\/p>\n

Took it easy<\/p>\n

Digging her vibe<\/p>\n

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She invited home<\/p>\n

But was not sure<\/p>\n

If her estranged husband<\/p>\n

Would welcome me<\/p>\n

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So, I am being foolish<\/p>\n

And inexperienced with women<\/p>\n

Did not go to her place<\/p>\n

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And always regretted<\/p>\n

That I had lost<\/p>\n

My chance that day<\/p>\n

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Then on to Chicago<\/p>\n

Several rides later<\/p>\n

Visited friends<\/p>\n

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Hit the road again<\/p>\n

A series of uneventful rides<\/p>\n

With truckers<\/p>\n

And others<\/p>\n

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And a week later<\/p>\n

I ended in New York City<\/p>\n

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Slept along the way<\/p>\n

In cars<\/p>\n

In truck stops<\/p>\n

In high way rest stops<\/p>\n

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Always moving<\/p>\n

Always going<\/p>\n

Non stop talking<\/p>\n

And lots of free weed<\/p>\n

And beer<\/p>\n

And conversation<\/p>\n

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One more memorable ride<\/p>\n

Occurred outside Albany<\/p>\n

On my return to Chicago<\/p>\n

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A middle age creepy looking man<\/p>\n

Picked me up<\/p>\n

In a brand-new Cadillac<\/p>\n

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He was he said a dynamite deliverer<\/p>\n

For the Mafia<\/p>\n

Went to various places<\/p>\n

To blow up shit<\/p>\n

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He hated a lot of people<\/p>\n

Particularly hippies from California<\/p>\n

And Jewish people<\/p>\n

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Looking at me to confirm<\/p>\n

That I was both<\/p>\n

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I told him that I lived in New York<\/p>\n

And had never been to California<\/p>\n

And although I might have looked Jewish<\/p>\n

As I what was called back in the day<\/p>\n

A \u201cJewfro\u201d<\/p>\n

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I was not Jewish<\/p>\n

Many years later I discovered<\/p>\n

That I am indeed part Jewish<\/p>\n

But then I did not know<\/p>\n

And I felt a bit of strategic information<\/p>\n

Might keep me alive<\/p>\n

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Then I realized that he was just jiving with me<\/p>\n

And we relaxed<\/p>\n

And he pulled out some weed<\/p>\n

And beer<\/p>\n

And we mellowed out<\/p>\n

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But I believe that he really was with the mob<\/p>\n

Perhaps not a dynamite dealer<\/p>\n

A real made Italian made mafia member<\/p>\n

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By Chicago<\/p>\n

I had enough<\/p>\n

I called my Dad<\/p>\n

Told him what had happened<\/p>\n

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Wanted a ticket home<\/p>\n

And he sent me a ticket<\/p>\n

And 500 dollars<\/p>\n

And I went home<\/p>\n

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I told him I would tell him<\/p>\n

My tales some day<\/p>\n

But never did<\/p>\n

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I learned so much<\/p>\n

About my fellow Americans<\/p>\n

And the strange vibe<\/p>\n

That was 1975<\/p>\n

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And now it is too late<\/p>\n

But I wanted to finally<\/p>\n

Tell the world<\/p>\n

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Of my hitchhiking tales<\/p>\n

In search of America 1975<\/p>\n

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When Will this Darkness End<\/strong><\/p>\n

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As the darkness settles down on the land<\/p>\n

All are consumed with evil<\/p>\n

Foul deeds and endless darkness<\/p>\n

I wonder if it will ever go away<\/p>\n

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Yes I wonder<\/p>\n

If our great nightmare will ever end<\/p>\n

Are we doomed<\/p>\n

To live out the decline of America?<\/p>\n

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This is what I pray for 2018<\/p>\n

The end of the darkness<\/p>\n

The unleashed hatred<\/p>\n

that consumes our land<\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

the Bus \u2013 Travels Through America\u2019s Underbelly<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I am a bus rider<\/p>\n

That makes me unusual<\/p>\n

For a white male<\/p>\n

From an upper middle class family<\/p>\n

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Our people are not bus riders<\/p>\n

Though some are subway riders<\/p>\n

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Bus riders are other people<\/p>\n

The poor, minorities, immigrants<\/p>\n

People who don\u2019t drive<\/p>\n

Because they are blind<\/p>\n

Or have a DUI<\/p>\n

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And in my case<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t drive<\/p>\n

Because I have bad vision<\/p>\n

And bad coordination<\/p>\n

Just never got the hang<\/p>\n

Of the whole driving thing<\/p>\n

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Fortunately for me<\/p>\n

My wife does the driving<\/p>\n

But I still take the bus<\/p>\n

From time to time<\/p>\n

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I rode the AC buses in Berkeley<\/p>\n

As a child<\/p>\n

Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus<\/p>\n

Rode them long before BART came along<\/p>\n

And afterwards as well<\/p>\n

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As an adult seldom rode the bus<\/p>\n

But when I did so<\/p>\n

I was always impressed<\/p>\n

By the sheer diversity<\/p>\n

Of the bus riding property<\/p>\n

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Hundreds of languages<\/p>\n

All sorts of sexual orientation<\/p>\n

Some were white<\/p>\n

Most were not<\/p>\n

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Most of my fellow passengers<\/p>\n

Were nice enough<\/p>\n

Some were friendly<\/p>\n

And some were lost<\/p>\n

In their own thoughts<\/p>\n

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And a few<\/p>\n

Were scary looking dudes<\/p>\n

With the look<\/p>\n

Of someone who had done time<\/p>\n

And were capable of more violence<\/p>\n

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I also rode the bus<\/p>\n

In Seattle as a graduate student<\/p>\n

A lot of fellow UW students<\/p>\n

And the usual immigrants<\/p>\n

Minorities etc<\/p>\n

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And some white people<\/p>\n

Commuting<\/p>\n

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And in DC<\/p>\n

Over the years<\/p>\n

I rode a lot of buses<\/p>\n

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Mostly to and from the metro<\/p>\n

But I got to know<\/p>\n

And love the DC buses as well<\/p>\n

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I also took the greyhound bus<\/p>\n

Across the country<\/p>\n

Several times over the years<\/p>\n

All over the U.S.<\/p>\n

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From Bay Area to Stockton<\/p>\n

From Bay Area to Clear Lake<\/p>\n

From Bay area to NYC<\/p>\n

NYC to DC<\/p>\n

All over the USA<\/p>\n

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Taking the Greyhound<\/p>\n

Was always an an adventure<\/p>\n

Met a lot of interesting people<\/p>\n

As people on long distant bus rides<\/p>\n

Tend to open up and talk<\/p>\n

To pass the time away<\/p>\n

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Overseas I took the bus<\/p>\n

All over<\/p>\n

In India, in Barbados<\/p>\n

In Spain and in Korea<\/p>\n

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The Korean buses<\/p>\n

For many years<\/p>\n

Were difficult for foreign visitors<\/p>\n

As the signs were all in Korean<\/p>\n

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Most have signs<\/p>\n

Now in English, Chinese and Korean<\/p>\n

And are much more foreigner friendly<\/p>\n

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Riding the bus<\/p>\n

In America<\/p>\n

Allows one access<\/p>\n

To the underbelly of American society<\/p>\n

The poor, the marginalized<\/p>\n

The immigrant communities<\/p>\n

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That many middle class white people<\/p>\n

Just never see<\/p>\n

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And for that reason<\/p>\n

I am glad<\/p>\n

That I am a bus rider<\/p>\n

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