The Route To Newtown

I take my seat upon the bus taking in my close surroundings, the envious faces on the street the ceaseless noise of tramping feet envious stares from foreign eyes trying hard to break the binds held together by the ties of life in a big city, yes all of this from one quick peek of common life from my bus seat.... There's quite a few en route today i make a few assumptions, the man in fresh ironed suit and tie a briefcase or a bag of lies slightly disheveled looking eyes probably been out most the night possibly a marriage fight maybe afternoon delight? or holding up the common fight of life in a big city, yes all of this from one quick peek of secret lives from my bus seat.... A reflective face from near the front holds my attention as my mind begins to wander, never turning head around for any loud disruptive sound eyes fixed upon the ground at gravel roads spinning round is this city mighty pretty? not so sure im feeling gritty spent my money what a pity is this life in a big city, yes all of this from one quick peek of desperate lives from my bus seat.... The bus doors creak into action in walks a girl like a slow motion movie.... cursing the man on the end of the line talking mean and looking fine wish it was some other time in some other place i picture her in a tropical breeze i pull out a ring she drops to her knees love blossoming beneath the trees im dreaming now help me please im rudely awaken by a sneeze the girl calls out 'next stop please' and she's gone like wind and a feather back into a bustling city street, yes all of this from one quick peek through poet's eyes from one bus seat....