Riding The Bus With Joan Crawford by Artformz2 ()
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Riding The Bus With Joan Crawford
10 am Tuesday Morning: Camden New Jersey, San Francisco Bound.
Getting on the Greyhound Bus
With you Joan Crawford.
Seeing silhouettes of
Severe hair rounded high
With no nonsense glamour
Of chiseled cheekbones
And shoulder pads of
Dream factory reinvention.
4 pm Wednesday Afternoon:
Rolling through Dayton, Ohio on interstate 70.
"Is there enough room in the seat?"
I wonder aloud.
Wearing my headphones radio
As we cross the mighty Missouri
With a Kansas City backdrop
Of 24 hour laundromats
And penny arcade roller derbys.
The bus is like a traveling theatrical company
The woman one seat back brushes her hair
As the boy across the aisle plays a video game.
"Can I sit here, little lady?"
( pronounced with a squeaky drawl )
That rancher from Iowa!
He had some some nerve, I'll say.
And don't forget those newlyweds
Who got on in Chicago.
3 pm Thursday Afternoon:
Now we're entering Reno, Nevada
"The Biggest Little City In The World"
Joan, did you know they have slot machines
In the powder rooms here?
Suddenly we're whizzing past Wyoming
And gliding through
The garages of Sacramento
Dotting the freeways
With midnight tire sales
In paradise alleys.
1 am Friday Night:
The Golden Gate Bridge is beckoning up ahead.
There's the city, Joan we've made it!
And there's the TRANSamerica Pyramid
All lit up, beaming brightly.
Are you ready for your close up?
Let's take some pictures, where's your camera?
Joan, I've been meaning to tell you
You're the dearest…
Now where did she go?