Back on the Bus

Back on the bus.
It’s been a while.
Iron the shirt.
Paint on smile.

Kids off to school.
Wife drives to work.
Last one out.
Only perk.

Walk to the stop.
No one there.
Bus due in two.
Stand and stare.

Bus pulls up.
Choose my seat.
Wrinkle nose.
Sweat in heat.

Back on the bus.
The bus is back.
Track-led life.
My life on track.

 

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

42 thoughts on “Back on the Bus”

            1. Yes, since work clamped down on office nudity. Still, when there are 40mph winds and strong rain, my appreciation of nature (ie a city centre) happily limits itself to the view from the window

            1. Yes, since work clamped down on office nudity. Still, when there are 40mph winds and strong rain, my appreciation of nature (ie a city centre) happily limits itself to the view from the window

  1. When I began college I had to take two buses to school. I hated taking the bus. H-A-T-E-D taking the bus. Sometimes people take for granted the things they have. This poem reminded me to be grateful for my car. Thank you! πŸ˜‰

  2. When I began college I had to take two buses to school. I hated taking the bus. H-A-T-E-D taking the bus. Sometimes people take for granted the things they have. This poem reminded me to be grateful for my car. Thank you! πŸ˜‰

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