Efi Hatzimanolis #16 'Bus 34' (thanks to LM and MC)

Bus 34 is a dream bus
on which something always happens,
not always good,
but always good enough to write home about.
I try to stay attuned whenever I catch it.

There was the night of the big squid,
caught by two girls just off the end of the main street.
Their fishing rods barred my entrance, 
and the inside lights had been turned off by the driver. 
I knew I was in for a treat -
a good night, their faces glowed,
as we chatted companionably in the dark
about the night’s fishing. 
The bus felt wet, smelt brackish,
the sea fog had boarded with them in their buckets.
Transported up the main street, in a stealth bus
by a bus driver who may not have existed,
I’d glided straight into a poem.

Then there's the one who made her get away on #34, Connie - 
so named by me because she conned me out 
of ten dollars, or so she thought. 
For the story she spun 
(and the forthcoming poem about how I got done)
it'll be money well spent, I thought.

If you catch a bus on the main street,
remember, the catch of the day is number 34.