Hallowed Traffic?

I was sitting on the city bus heading towards the grocery. Hungry and writing nonsensical verse: idea-power-transmit-beauty-attraction- magic-incantation-prayer. Two women board. One is dressed as a broad side of a barn, sporting ever so fashionable hair curlers. The other has dyed jet black hair that she is spastic-ally flipping about, while talking about her birthday party drinking binge, on the 26th of the month. ‘Odd,’ I thought, ‘that’s the same day as…’ I realize in absolute HORROR, that THERE ARE MY EX-GIRLFRIEND []