                   Incident Along Fantasy Way 
                            Rush Hour

The party was fun,
But it lasted longer than usual.
By the time my bus arrives
The sky is beginning to lighten.
It is standing room only, and hardly any of that --
A sea of pallid faces.

I resist the urge to draw my coat collar tighter:
In these days of hemoglobin pie in the supermarkets
And bars serving real Bloody Marys
I need not fear vampires --
And besides, someone might be offended.

Three stops later is the cemetery.
Then I have the bus
Almost to myself.


                                        Thomas G. Digby
                                        written 2325 hr 12/14/74
                                        entered 1240 hr  4/09/92
