Night bus

Missed something today
Felt like that night bus experience,

every soul quiet to the diesel engine's rhythm
Bully conductor confirming tickets, sweating in overgrown coats

Or is it the noisy pastor trading recycled prayers for tethered offerings
while the young breastfeeding mother with three infants receiving last minute instructions,

Maybe it's the boiled eggs seller preparing travelers for biological warfare
or the occasional revving jerks from inertia's bidding,

Perhaps it's the excited bald school girls sharing fries and cheap perfume,
or the incessant underage imbeciles stealing kisses at the backseat,

Maybe it's the arrogant traveller stuffed in a three piece suit for no apparent reason
Or the noisy drunk civil servant belching vernacular tunes to his imaginary audience

Maybe it the unsolicited motherly Christian counsel from the elderly lady in the next seat
Or the snoring pensioner making his seventh visit to get that important claims document signed

perhaps i should take a night bus again
For I do miss the rides with Stella

I did miss something today
I do miss it everyday

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For Six Thousand Kisses, Stella's Riddle
April 2011