Bus Stop Days

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozzFlYnbGZU

We used to meet at this
enclosed bus stop.
Glassed in, like a
blurry-eyed goldfish.
Diesel morning sadness.
We were drunks, dead, and
still dreaming.
There was Chuck, Dog,
Lefty
Lucky
and Beth.

We shared our minuscule
amounts of liquor, and sang
old Motown favorites.

"Mama said there'd be days
like this."

These were the days of the
drunk and debauched.
Liars and lovers, partakers
in this waddling life.
Shattered days and fractured
nights.
We shadowboxed with the
sun, and pretended tomorrow
was a century away.

Author's Note

Here is a link to a blog about my recently published book, Sleep Always Calls. It's available on Amazon.com
https://www.thomaswcase.com/post/unveiling-the-poetic-rawness-of-life-a-deep-dive-into-sleep-always-calls?fbclid=IwY2xjawKKJlNleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBicmlkETFqMGR2WHB2TVFTa3NIWGZuAR4zpSjb4uBfbRXRxB6EIzKKFJiVH-j2W3UwhDUXghsruem93MHEIqYaXevsNQ_aem_UJMFy3xBxVz_bBewDlYdeQ

I read my poetry on my you tube channel, link below.
#httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvozzflynbgzu

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A picture from times past in this one. A group of alcoholics utilize an enclosed bus stop to share each other's company and provide emotional support. It sounds as though they don't have much else going for them. The last three lines tell the truth about them perfectly.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, John. I appreciate it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I had a few days like this Thomas. The 3 am soldier song. I liked the poetry. You took me back to some good days. Hello my friend and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. Much appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Thomas.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow this brought back memories when I was homeless, lol we would hang drink a be merry and wave to every bus not to stop. Those were the days.
Thank you for sharing.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[W. Barrett Munn]

It’s this kind of raw honesty projected, even if fictional, that is your superpower.

Winston

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, to be young again. We never thought we would be old and gray, did we? I loved your description of the glass bus stop. How wonderful you remember all their names. Perhaps drinking alcohol and singing oldies, but comrades. I hope you are in touch with some of them now. Very relatable words, Thomas. Lydi**

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Lydi. I appreciate it.

[Pete]

much enjoyed shadows of the past. denial ain't just a river in egypt. good that you can still look back on it and see it for what it was. well told.

[Thomas W Case]

Yes. Thank you, my friend.

[Buddhistboy73]

Interesting write...kinda like a mini-movie of some old mates getting together and enjoying the moment whilst trying to block out reality and exist in a haze of joy and booze!

I get the sentiment here and like the way it's written

BB73

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[emmajoygreen]

Your ending is ideal - says letters true and galore, heart a little jaded but mind intact in spite of or because of that riotously raddled past. People learn, becoming either the truth or thoughts of what the might be might become.

[Thomas W Case]

Yes, for sure. Thank you so much.

[Chris Shaw]

Those last three lines linger. The company must have been everything, when you have nothing. Alcoholism is a dreadful illness which wrecks lives. You paint a sorrowful picture here Thomas.

Chris

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Chris. I appreciate it.

[A.H.]

A blast into the past, with merry times described and inked with nostalgic words. these lines, loved it!
"We shadowboxed with the
sun, and pretended tomorrow
was a century away."
Thanks for sharing, Thomas!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.