The E Street Bus

Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us But if I look closer, I see more than faces I see a kaleidoscope made up of many races Two Asians in domestic clothes chat in a dialect A well dressed man in front of me, is British I detect Across the aisle, a black man with knitted cap pulled low Hears music through his ear buds, while weaving to and fro Several are Caucasian from many walks of life Teens and kids and elders, a husband and a wife A dark skinned man looks at me, and judging from his dress His race is likely Indian, but that is just my guess As my stop approaches, I look around again Survey the many colors, the women, kids and men As I step on the sidewalk, my day not yet unfurled I'm thankful that the E Street bus let's me touch the world