The Good Woman


In the early morning bus, smelling of diesel and
unfinished sleep, we sat, us menial task workers
cleaners of offices, halls, steps and toilets, for
little money and no respect. Beside me sat a big
black woman on her way to clean pots and pans
in some hotel she only seen the back entrance of,
she had a very generous bosom that heaved with
the moment of the bus, a perfect place to rest my
tired head. Woke me gently and motherly smiled
as she alighted.