I know my mother wouldn’t have approved
but my bus was late
I was idle
and this bloke on a bike
“to give his bum a rest”,
a privilege he did not extend
to his mouth.
I learnt about his five year bouts
with ‘the Mike Tyson of cancers’,
& this pugnacity encompassed drug pushers,
wife beaters, power utility scammers.
He wore black like Johnny Cash,
had two brassy skeleton rings
& he strutted around like a rooster.
Still he kept me amused till the bus
came along and took me away.
I waved as he sparred with the bus shelter.