Like a soldier,
(which he was when he was 18),
the young professional in the designer jeans,
turned and said,
חיכיתי עד לכן, אז אכשיו זה תורך”
I waited till now,
its your turn.”
As if we were comrades in arms,
and not strangers waiting for the late night bus at three AM.
I was looking for where to wait,
earlier,
but there were no signs to indicate,
and there was a creepy man with his hand,
in a place I would rather not say,
in the bus shelter,
so I walked past in a hurry.
At a different stop,
I saw a hooker,
wearing jeggings and five inch black heels,
put down her drink by a sports car,
to get in and do her deed,
and then pick up where she left off.
It made me sad.
It made me leave.
I came back,
to that other stop,
and the ex-soldier was there fighting sleep.
I knew he was safe,
because he had nice shoes,
and designer jeans.
Two minutes after the soldier’s command,
the bus came,
and he jumped to attention,
before I had a chance to mention.
Before I had a chance to say,
thanks for sharing guard duty with me,
thanks for keeping us safe.
