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It was 2 AM
I was on the last bus
from Port Authority
to New Brunswick.
As usual,
I sat in the back of the bus.

I was wearing a new leather coat
I had just gotten
for Christmas.

Two guys followed me off
the bus.
One held a knife
to my throat.
He said,
“Take off your coat.”
I took it off
and gave it
to him.

He took off the rag of a coat
he had been wearing
and gave it to me.

End of story!

  George Snedeker