We met in El Paso
In the place outside the station
where smokers go and
smoke and talk with
voices low 
amid the bus rumbles
and diesel smells

I liked the round scar
under your eye
a souvenir from a
broken beer bottle
in some Texas roadhouse
I think.

We recognized eath other
Two Road Souls
kindred spirits going different ways
But I know you're out there
Greyhound Man
And my world is bigger
for the knowing of it.