Albuquerque Scene Poem by Glen Kappy

Three p.m.
Comanche bus in eastward climb.
Sprinkle of seniors, students, others.

Driver—hombre circa fifty.
Across from him, chica circa fourteen—
long dark hair in pony tail, perfect teeth, elegant neck.

It's supposed to be a duet but she is shy.
So he sings alone in Spanish lilting, lovely
but quietly so riders in the back can't hear.

His tender singing
her blushing smile
and all I paid was 75 cents.