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....
Copyright © Junior Ambrose | Year Posted 2008
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