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I read this a few days back and really thought it would be great to make into a page for my site.  It is written by Ginny and if you know who she is, then you know she is very good. Visit Ginny's site click here.

The Lady On The Bus...

A country road on a rainy night

The Greyhound Bus crept along,

The driver alert and on his toes,

Lest something bad go wrong.

He saw the girl in his rear view mirror,

in her flowered dress and hose,

The other people on the bus

Wore jeans and grubby clothes.

She seemed a little out of place

And was the only one not sleeping,

The other folks had all dozed off,

But she was awake and softly weeping.

From time to time a blasting horn

Caused folks to stir with fright,

But mostly all was guiet

On the old Greyhound that night.

The driver checked his watch,

A rest stop coming soon,

He could use a cup of coffee,

And a lively jukebox tune.

Just round the bend and down the hill

He could barely see the lights,

But there was the cafe, a welcomed place,

On this rainy.foggy night.

"Hi Mae," he called, as he sat down,

in the deserted coffee shop,

Mae grinned and without a word,

Brought him coffee - black and hot.

"How's it going, girl?" he asked,

(He was a warm and friendly guy).

Just then the young girl from the bus

Came in and caught his eye.

She also ordered coffee,

which gingerly she sipped,

Her mind not on the coffee,

She was not enjoying it.

He tried to smile her direction,

Though she would not meet his eye,

But Mae caught her up in conversation,

Like an old friend from time gone by.

"Hi there, darlin.' How ya' been?

Missed seein' you last time,

You look peaked, kinda' pale,

Ya' need some warm sunshine."

The young lady smiled at Mae,

As she raised her downcast eyes,

"And, darlin,' you need fattenin up,

How about some homemade pie?"

"No thanks," again the young girl smiled,

And then she asked, "Have you seen Jim?"

"No, darlin," "Mae replied,

"Jim has not been in."

"I was going to meet him here."

"I know, "Mae patted her small hand.

"Maybe next time, honey,

Ya' know...hard to count on any man."

Mae grinned broadly at her joke,

But the sweet girl hardly smiled,

"I think I'll go outside, she said,

"And walk in the rain awhile."

After she had left the shop,

Mae looked at me and shook her head,

"Sad case," Mae said aloud,

"Ya know - poor soul - her Jim is dead."

"A big Marine, the guy was,

And a hero in the war.

About to ship back home,

Was killed just hours before."

"She had planned to meet him here

At this old coffee shop,

She wanted to surprise him,

It was such a happy thought."

She waited for him through the night,

But, of course, he did not show,

When she later heard about his death,

It was a terrible blow. "

"She just could not believe it.

She could not accept the truth.

Blame it on the passion,

Or the unfilled dreams of youth."

"She's been poorly ever since,

Like a shadow in the wind,

And every month, like clockwork,

She comes in and asks for Jim."

The driver, too, now shook his head,

As he got up to pay,

Then he climbed aboard his bus,  

All set to drive away.

But one passenger was missing,

The girl had not returned,

He looked about the lot for her,

Of course, he was concerned.

The others said, "Lets go,

She's not coming back."

"How do you know?" the driver asked

"You can't be sure of that.?

One young man, in the rear, spoke up,

"Well, she went off with some big guy,

She turned around and waved to us,

As if to say good-bye."

"What big guy?" This was strange,

The driver was perplexed,

"A guy in uniform," came the reply.

A U.S. Marine, I guess."

"They kissed and hugged each other,

Then disappeared from sight,

No, she's not coming back

To this Greyhound Bus tonight."

Then in the fog, the driver saw

Two figures, so it seemed,

One, a girl in a flowered dress,

And the other, A Marine.

Hand in hand the couple stood,

As a gust of fog blew through,

And when it cleared, they'd disappeared,

There was nothing more to do.  

"Okay,"the driver said, "You're right,"

And he closed the heavy door,

He smacked his lips and blew a kis,

Then pushed the trouttle to the floor.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

Copyright May 2003,

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