Snatches of conversation from a very long day on an assortment of buses and trains:
After you, ladies! Six of you today. It’s my job to count you. I don’t count because I’m a gentleman, and because I’m the Counter.
There’ll probably be some more gentlemen along in a minute.
I only like ladies.
It’s really quite warm on this bus. I’m beginning to feel Quite Hot. Good thing I wore my deodorant.
Thinks: So that’s what that smell is!
So I said to her, I’ll bring along some sunflower seeds but I don’t know whether they’re the sort that’ll grow or the sterilised sort for feeding to the birds.
Some of them grow too. I’ve got a little mountain of weeds under my bird table.
So I said to her, you’ll just have to plant them and see if anything comes up.
This metal thing is very low, for waiting on.
Yes, but better than nothing.
‘Spose so. Do you think it’s meant to be a bench or a piece of artwork?
Artwork – probably cost thousands.
A bench would have been more useful.
I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel to shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
Joni Mitchell: Amelia