coffee no. 19
The bus is full of people. Suddenly we hear music playing very loudly. As far as I'm informed, these are the newest disco (dance?) hits.
Everyone starts looking around in search of the music's source. It can't be the driver because we are standing in the back of the bus. Maybe somebody has the radio with themselves - this idea is rather peculiar but possible as well.
So we are going by the disco-bus on the sunny autumn day. Some people are happy, some angry, some indifferent. I'm after all curious.
At the bus stop the middle-aged man is getting off. He has long beard and disheveled hair. I think he is the kind of bum, the happy and alive one. He holds the biggest portable casette player I've ever seen. Mr Music Lover is showing us his fantastic walkman with a great pride. After a while he adjusts the magic headphones in his ears and starts stamping in the tact of music.
Everyone starts looking around in search of the music's source. It can't be the driver because we are standing in the back of the bus. Maybe somebody has the radio with themselves - this idea is rather peculiar but possible as well.
So we are going by the disco-bus on the sunny autumn day. Some people are happy, some angry, some indifferent. I'm after all curious.
At the bus stop the middle-aged man is getting off. He has long beard and disheveled hair. I think he is the kind of bum, the happy and alive one. He holds the biggest portable casette player I've ever seen. Mr Music Lover is showing us his fantastic walkman with a great pride. After a while he adjusts the magic headphones in his ears and starts stamping in the tact of music.
posted by lorretine at 11:42 AM
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