Today, I took a bus going home from work. I sat down near the front, and from the back, I
overheard two women talking about themselves as songwriters. The sound of words
didnt register all to my ears as I was also looking out the window and hearing other
sounds in the bus. Some words I heard coming from the two women were
"struggling," "new," "snobbish," "Im
. Then, as we were approaching 86th Street and Broadway, one
of the women said that she would be getting off soon.
Suddenly, I heard another voice saying, "Excuse me, I overheard the two of you
talking. Im a songwriter myself. Ill give you my card and perhaps
One of the two women said, "Oh wow! thanks." And the third women said,
"Its so New York, isnt it?"
The comment gave me a smile and I thought, "Yeah." I didnt see their
faces and I didnt look to the back of the bus. I just left it, as it was, a passing
sound of an event from my usual going home from work.
November 13, 2002