Returning To The Scene

I walked through the Port Authority bus terminal this past Saturday. I wasn't meeting anybody or going anywhere, jut hanging out. Like Washington Square Park and the East Village I return to the place though not as often as the previous two.

You may wonder why the fascination with a bus terminal. Well, for one I have traveled by bus many times from here. For another I wrote a poem about the place. I sat in a restaurant to observe the people walking through. When I was young I watched a tv program called The Naked City. At the end of the show the narrator commented 'There are eight million stories in the Naked City'. I believe there are more stories to tell from the people who either work here or travel through. I am presently working on another poem with Port Authority as the backdrop.

    I return to familiar places that were formative in my youth and young adult years. I don't believe that there aren't any more stories that can be derived from here. It's like the ghosts of the past telling me that there's much more. I can sit in a place for hours and just observe and take notes. I may leave there with an outline, poem, or story. Places one visits are different each time they come back. The bus terminal certainly is no different.