On The Bus Late At Night

Big guy, just drunk enough

obviously from Gresham

took a look

and then another

at Barker Ajax. Might’ve even stared.

He looked at Barker’s long

ponytail and both pierced

ears and his black

leather jacket, all those zippers

and asked, drunk dismissive sneer here.

Joking just enough.

Are you trying to look cool,

or something?

No, man,

Barker responded,

his voice a feint

put his tail between his legs.  But then

I am cool.

Trying got nothin’ to do with it.

This is what cool looks like.

Perhaps you just don’t

recognize it.

That was most he’d said all day

But Barker was in a bad mood.

On the bus late at night.

Older than I would’ve imagined,

was all the big guy said.