The Bus Stop

February 15, 2010
Nope, that wasnt't mine, so I'll keep waiting,
Sitting there on that rusty bench,
Nervous arms just a shaking.
People passing by, in front and behind,
Some sit, others rise to board their bus.
And there it goes, streaming to its destination.
But comes another.
Is it mine?
I hope so.
It's just never here on time.
Could be the traffic.
Or maybe the old bus driver.
He's been driving since the war ended,
And he still knows the way,
With that map of a brain.
But comes another.
Is it mine?
I hope so.
No, just the number 35 not the 42
Well, I best enjoy the sights,
Even though I see them everyday.
Old Dan's Diner near the megaplex,
Basking in it's retro glory.
And the burnt-out apartments across from the park,
Still housing some forgotten tenants.
But comes another.
Is it mine?
I hope so.
I think I'll just jump the subway,
Since I never have any tokens.
I'll give it just one more minute longer,
Before I vaccate my spot.
I'll know I'll be back tomorrow,
But I grow tired of waiting everyday.

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SwordGirl said...
Feb. 21, 2010 at 7:45 pm
I like it. As they said, the imagery and repitition were great. I saw the scene playing itself inside my head, instead of trying to picture it and failing.
ToriLovett said...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 8:11 pm
I love it. Great imagery like kressbe said.
kressbe said...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 6:30 pm
I like your repetition of "Is it mine? I hope so."
I really liked it, good imagery and the final line was great
PaperPlanes replied...
Feb. 22, 2010 at 11:13 pm
Very good. :) I liked the rhythm of the repitition.
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