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Title: Ode to the Bagel Girl
We stand waiting for the 253 to Redmond
The fog sits lightly on our tongues
Cigarette smoke blending in
I walk to catch a glimpse of the bagel girl
(who works the second shift,
from noon to eight on weekdays).
Oh bagel girl, make me a cappucino.
Brew the espresso dark and heavy
Froth the milk thick and heady.
Tell me you love me, bagel girl.
Ride away with me
Into a cream cheese sunset.
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I wrote this on the bus home. There was a young girl with a beautiful
face sitting at the front of the bus, and I kept looking at her before I
started to write. I was laughing so hard as I wrote this, that she
started to get pretty self-conscious.