Zombie Muni Rider

Ridin' on the twenty-four,
Hipster guy comes through the door,
Sits right across from me.
Celtic ink on his wrist,
Snarky smile I can't resist,
We were meant to be!

But, then he puts in his earbuds; takes out his phone.
His thumbs start tapping and he's into the zone.
Shields up, Shades down - a million miles away from me.

Another Zombie Muni Rider,
In his personal, parallel universe.
Another Zombie Muni Rider!
My chances of connection couldn't be worse.
All around me, on the bus,
Everyone I see,
It's a Zombie Muni Rider jamboree!

Headin' out to yoga class,
Showin' off my yoga ass
In new Lululemon pants.
Stop in for a matcha chai.
Then I start to wonder why these guys never give me a glance.

At last! One of them hits me with a sheepish grin,
Asks if I know where to plug his charger in.
I hope it's innuendo,
But, he ends up by the window,
Cruising Tinder <Grindr> , so he's straight <gay>, and it's not!

Fuckin' Zombie latté drinkers,
Hogging all the tables every morning at Peet's.
Zombie latté losers,
Champion Candy Crush athletes!
All around me, in the café, everyone I see,
It's a Zombie Latté Loser jamboree!

We used to be a friendly city,
Strangers smiled and said hello.
But, that was all before the iPod,
A million years ago.
They say that progress marches on,
But, progress is marching on us!
I give up;
The Zombies win!
I take my AirPods, and put them in!

Waitin' for the forty-eight,
No surprise, it's runnin' late.
Feelin' kind of pissed!
A guy's standing next to me,
The corner of my eye can see
Celtic ink on his wrist. Yes!

I drop my phone; it hits his knee.
He picks up my phone, hands it back to me.
I say, "Oh My God - it broke!"
Tears. Lots of tears.
Meryl Streep, eat your heart out!

I got my Zombie Muni Rider,
He took my hook, and I reeled him in.
Zombie Muni Rider,
It cost me a phone, but it's still a win!

Now, we ride together, earbuds in,
Knee to knee.
We are Zombie Muni Riders,
In the Zombie Muni Rider Jamboree!

"Zombie Muni Rider" Copyright 2019 Paul James Frantz (ASCAP)