Not much chance
Completely cut loose from
Purpose
He was a young man
Riding a bus
Through North Carolina
On the wat to somewhere
And it began to snow
And the bus stopped
At a little cafe
In the hills
And the pa**engers
Entered
He sat at the counter
With the others
He ordered and the
Food arived
The meal was
Particularly
Good
And the
Coffee
The waitress was
Unlike the women
He had
Known
She was unaffected
There was a natural
Humor which came
From her
The fry cook said
Crazy things
The dishwasher
In back
Laughed, a good
Clean
Pleasant
Laugh
The young man watched
The snow through the
Windows
He wanted to stay
In that cafe
Forever
The curious feeling
Swam through him
That everything
Was
Beautiful
There
That it would always
Stay beautiful
There
Then the bus driver
Told the pa**engers
That it was time
To board
The young man
Thought, I'll just sit
Here, I'll just stay
Here
But then
He rose and followed
The others into the
Bus
He found his seat
And looked at the cafe
Through the bus
Window
Then the bus moved
Off, down a curve
Downward, out of
The hills
The young man
Looked straight
Foreward
He heard the other
Pa**engers
Speaking
Of other things
Or they were
Reading
Or
Attempting to
Sleep
They had not
Noticed
The
Magic
The young man
Put his head to
One side
Closed his
Eyes
Pretended to
Sleep
There was nothing
Else to do-
Just to listen to the
Sound of the
Engine
The sound of the
Tires
In the
Snow