The Days That Count

Waiting for a Bus - The Soft Stuff

Standing on the edge of the curb
looking down the street
waiting for a bus
that may never come
we discussed apples and oranges and toilet paper
you know, the good stuff
the stuff you hardly ever buy
then she said
looking down at my old cowboy boots
turning on the gray concrete step
I mean the soft stuff
the expensive stuff
you know
like a good smooth bottle of red wine
or a gold bullet in your head