11. Oct, 2016

Open Back Bus

Those open back buses, such a joy
Chasing down the street when I was a Boy
The Clippies waving as you started to flag
Holding on to their Leather cash bag
Adjusting the dial, turning the lever
They were up and down like a busy beaver
A smile on their face as you handed the fare
Another smile as the ticket he’d tear
The little red button , the silver disc
Jumping off without paying , taking a risk
The driver wouldn’t go until he heard the bell ring
Last minute leap, using the pole as a swing
The moving bus , up the spiral stairs
Getting flung around just to get upstairs
The ding ding of the Bell, the next stop for me
Running down the stair banging my knee
Jumping off before the buses stops
The conductor threatening to get the cops
Those open backed buses, such a joy
Chasing down the street when I was a Boy

The Godfather of Clippies my my Uncle Fred
He’d wave to us his arms outspread
We’d run and chase, and without any fuss
He’d throw out pennies from the back of the bus

GT