Robin Ray Poet Sonnet

Greyhound - La To Ny

Taxied to the terminal. The fare paid,
vagrants begged for alms, some too drunk to care.
Shrunken faces, weather beaten, they played
a sad tune of which I was unaware.
Some had the means, even possessed the fare
to transport them to towns with better care.

I passed the huddled poor, stepped on the bus,
took my seat at a window facing west.
Soon, the highway’s open arms greeted us.
No longer stranger, a solemn house guest.
Believing the ride would force me to test
my endurance, I slept. I’m not a pest.

Vegas came, sponged every cent from my purse.
Should have listened to the driver. He knew
how slots are rigged; still, could’ve been much worse.
Could’ve sold my soul since winners are few.
Back on the bus, we zipped through burgs so new
to me, I ticked them off my map on cue.

Three days passed. Felt like a tree that was felled.
Then I saw my love. So nice to be held.



Urban Sonnet poetry contest: 5/17/19 by Emile Pinet

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Emile Pinet May 31, 2019 at 1:22 PM Congratulations Robin! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest. This contest was very tough to judge because I was very strict on Rhyming, well done my friend, Emile.