Just Another Day.....

Did we meet before? I asked the old man at the bus stop.

Yes we did. You live in the corner house down the last lane.

Yes. But what did we talk?

Oh nothing much. The weather and the usual politics I think.

Hmm... And what did I say.

You said nothing. You just stood listening to hard rock.

But you said I spoke of politics.

Well that's what you would have spoken if you did say anything.

But did I?

How would I know...? You were the one who spoke.

But you listened right.

No you listened... to hard rock.

But you said I spoke... Did I? Then who listened?

Why missie there’s always the raw wind, the old walls, the rough pitch and the broken street lamp.