On The Bus

It's three o'clock I'm naked
with a cup of steaming joe
a thousand different places
I would like to go,
a dozen different women
I would like to be
one of which says
she'd like to be me,

Walk to the all-night diner
the 24-hour place
at a table side-by-side
or in a booth face-to-face,
order the breakfast special
two, over easy
fantasize we're both
on The Bus with Ken Kesey,

Rollin' 'cross the country to the
'64 World's Fair
Salvation Army clothes and
flowers in our hair,
wave at passing truckers
have sex beneath the stars
duly recorded in
our brand of film noir,

Now half a century later
where did the time go
the waiter brings our breakfast
some more morning joe,
we smile and touch each other
fantasy or not
make love in transposition
which we both enjoy a lot ...