Sometimes when you start writing you just don’t know what is going to come out. The thoughts kick in and words flow like there is no tomorrow. If it could only be this easy!
In this case I started with a title and easily came up with the first part. After that it was a question of what Stephen King says, “What happens next?” And the rest was history.
Five Short Minutes
Five short minutes
That’s all the time I have
Five short minutes
I wish I had the gift of gab
Five short minutes
To spend some time with you
Five short minutes
What am I going to do
As the bus pulled to a stop
In this no name town
I stepped through the door
And saw you looking around
I put a smile on my face
As you looked me in the eye
I only had five short minutes
I had to give it a try
Hello how do you do
What is it that makes you smile
How long have you been standing here
Has it been quite a while
What is that scent you wear
That is driving me up the wall
I love the clothes you wear
What makes you seem so tall
Well now I said my words
I did that without a doubt
I got back on the bus
And saw her looking all about
A flash of skirt, a steady walk
Heads turned every way
As she headed for the bus
Before it went on its way
Down the aisle was where she strode
A huge grin on her face
And she did ask of me
Is anyone sitting in this place
You said so much I couldn’t talk
So I had to take a ride
Just to see what’s up with you
So now listen to my side
by Bill Ferguson
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