in meditation or asleep?
Nice clothes.
Two people talk about this and that.
One says to the other,
"Hey, nice hat."
Tattooed dude with the attitude.
Don't mean nothin by it,
no need to be rude.
Kid with the headphones,
hey, whatcha listenin to?
"Anything but you."
One gets off,
another gets on.
Bus driver starts his shift at dawn.
All across the city,
to the other side of town,
same old route the bus always goes down.
Some no eye contact
others too much.
People recoil at each stray touch.
Familiar faces
but mostly new,
wonder what each person's been through.
Mostly black, mostly white
a chorus of color is a soothing sight.
Do your crossword, read your book,
at each stop, an upward look.
I don't know whereto you extend,
my stop is at the end.
Behind the line,
there, that's fine.
To find a seat, would be a treat.
To stand
and sway
with each violent jerk,
that's just a perk.
Little kid with your drink cup lid
barely even register amid
all the crowding
all the fuss.
Make my way to the back of this bus.
As I move on, more people get off,
"I'd love to chat, but this is my stop."
Day after day, it's the same old thing.
We all get off
but the bus keeps on moving.
