| Bus Ride * * The pulsating lights Illuminate the solemn faces Of the transportation less people * The hum of the engine And the steady soft Bumps of the road Send some of them Into a light slumber * The driver calls out A street name The bell rings and Awakens the Quiet passengers * The lights continue to pulse The bus continues on The passengers continue to sleep * And I wait For the quiet voice To call out my stop * * *end* |