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Fifteen hours
Fifteen hours
And she was still on the bus.
So I sat outside
The Greyhound station
Smoking too much
And met Mary.
A bag lady
With a broken zipper.
She needed a cigarette
For George.
They had a date
At the Salvation Army.
He caught up with us
Hi George
With stained teeth
And a firm handshake.
They were deeply in love
The real thing
And I didn't need the smokes anyway.
George and Mary went off
On their date
And I was alone.
Waiting for the bus.