BUMP

After a night on the beers,
With my Central peers,
I fell asleep on the night bus (again).

When the bus screeched to a halt,
I shot forward with a bolt,
And smacked my head off the pole.

Drunk and alone,
I started the walk home,
With a big fat bump on my head.

Now I have no idea why,
But I started to cry,
And sing a Bob Dylan tune.

“One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.”


I created a scene quite dramatic,
Not only as a Bob Dylan fanatic,
But as a piece of street theatre right there on the road.

So maybe it’s only in pain,
That your insanity becomes sane,
When the bump caused the drama to spill right out.