My true love is coming in on the 7:15 from Tucson, and when the doors open and everybody gets out, there she will be in her Greyhound bus driver’s uniform looking more beautiful than ever. She’s a little husky, but she’s just right for me. I can hardly wait so see her in her Greyhound underwear.
I know she will be leaving me for the run to Laramie, Wyoming in a few short hours
but we will make made wild, passionate love until then. I know she’ll be coming back from Alburqueque in a month of Sundays and I will be counting the seconds until I see her standing by her bus.
I go to the Greyhound bus station every day for coffee and it feels so good to be where she will be in a few short days. One day, I overheard some of the guys laughing about my girl friend and joking about how she has a different boy friend in every town she stays over night in. It just tore my heart up into little tiny pieces to hear that and I went home and cried myself to sleep.
I got myself a job driving a Greyhound bus hoping that once in a while, I could wave to her as we passed on the freeway.
I was there at the coffee shop, one day, when the Greyhound bus pulled in and I heard her yell out “End of the line, everybody off the bus!”. She came over to me, gave me a big hug and whispered into my ear, “Let’s get to your place as fast as we can”.
She told me she was just plain old tired of driving and wanted to be with me for the rest of her life. We found an old Greyhound bus, fixed it up like a motor home and got matching Greyhound uniforms.
I am now the happiest man in the whole wide world sitting next to my Greyhound honey heading west on I-10 into the setting sun.
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