When The Greyhound Passes [On By]  

 

Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

VERSE 1

 

In our country's mid-section,

 

Their once was a city.

 

Where neighbors had a strong connection,

 

And all the girls were pretty.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

But the interstate took the traffic,

 

That was running through the town.

 

There emerged a changed demographic,

 

Accompanied by a gradual turn down,

 

 

VERSE 3

 

In the profits that businesses cleared.

 

So pay raises got mighty stingy.

 

Funds for maintenance disappeared.

 

Soon the water tower was looking dingy.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

Now all the single felines,

 

Are like AARP old.

 

And everywhere are the signs,

 

That tents of residents would soon fold.

 

 

CHORUS

 

It's a story quite common,

 

When they drive on past.

 

You're down to one lawman.

 

What a gloomy forecast.

 

Yeah, the glory is gone, man.

 

Your town is fading fast.

 

When the Greyhound passes on by.

 

 

BRIDGE #1

 

The picture show,

 

Was the first to go.

 

Then the health clinic,

 

Closed when the civic

 

Proctor left with the doctor.

 

But things could be worse,

 

They've still got a nurse,

 

Who drives the long black hearse,

 

And she moonlights as the dog catcher,

 

When not working as the police dispatcher.

 

But she's thinking it might be time to fly,

 

Because the Greyhound passes on by.

 

 

BRIDGE #2

 

The Little League closed it's gate,

 

When after ten years straight,

 

There hadn't been a new birth.

 

But you still can't sell,

 

Cause it's hard to tell,

 

What your property's worth.

 

When the Greyhound doesn't stop there anymore.

 

 

CHORUS

 

It's a story quite common,

 

When they drive on past.

 

You're down to one lawman.

 

What a gloomy forecast.

 

Yeah, the glory is gone, man.

 

Your town is fading fast.

 

When the Greyhound passes on by.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

I've heard that in small towns out West,

 

The gridiron is occupied by 6 troops.

 

That might work, but only 4 men dressed,

 

Makes it hard to watch high school hoops.

 

 

OUTRO

 

Here's a safe prediction:

 

Your town's facing extinction,

 

When the Greyhound passes on by.

 

 

THE END

 

Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2017.  All rights reserved.

 

 

Keywords:  Poems about small towns. Bus line poetry.