So you have to accept someone else’s concerns
If you still care to go abroad
Are you corrupt, do you get the returns
Do you hide them as an experienced fraud
What they call a survey is an interrogation
There is no presumption of innocence
You are pledged guilty because your nation
Is all badly spoken which shortens the chance
To get anywhere you would want to fly
Because you, and not somebody else, just you
Must stop the war, so they'll decide
If you’re worthy to taste their national stew
Isn’t it quieter to take a bus ride
At home, with no worries about bank statements
About who are your parents, dead or alive
The driver won’t bother about their status
None of that humiliation is guaranteed
But isn’t it too clever that people get stressed
For intention to travel abroad, when they need
Just a fortnight break for a much deserved rest?
Hop aboard the Magic School Bus,
There's no time to make a fuss!
Shrinking down to tiny size,
Right before our very own eyes.
Zooming through a drop of rain,
Riding on a hurricane!
Sailing through the ocean deep,
Where the giant squarks play hide-
seek.
Off to space to touch the moon,
We will all be back by noon!
Learning science, having fun,
Buckle up for everyone.
On the bus
Loud, chaotic, busy
I sit and cling to the germ-ridden handle.
What are they thinking?
The people bustling by
A woman with her child
A street performer singing for change
A war vet riding to rehab.
This is what we see at a glance.
This is what we judge on.
That woman has just adopted that child. She's ecstatic and exhausted. Give her the seat.
That performer is scraping by for money. He's trying to buy an engagement ring for his girl.
That war vet is heading to rehab for the first time without his comrade.
We never truly know what's behind the stereotype.
The day we met the shining sun's gaze and the pouring rain
Waiting at the bus stop hoping for the train
Walking walking here and there but always feeling everywhere
As I paced through the sidewalk trying to avoid the rain
I saw you there dancing away the pain
When our eyes met I thought my heart melted
So magical that I thought it could be presented
And if we met again standing at the bus stop waiting for the pouring rain
Would you do it all over again?
The books we have read and the memories we made
Would you freeze or let them replay
The feeling gets me thinking of the pain
But I’ll stay here sinking in the rain
Because meeting you was a dream
But back then we were just teens
Side by side, drowning our pain
With the scene embroidered in my brain
the bus bench on Hollywood and Highland,
crisp wind blows through a city in decay,
situated halfway in time
between nineteen-twenties Tinseltown
and twenty-twenties tourist trap,
hard like ice on an eighteen year old butt,
worked off on the night shift, eking out rent
in a strange new world, on my own
I waited for the crosstown bus
Forever and a day.
That may be an exaggeration,
But it felt that way.
At least three dozen people
Were bemoaning what became
The perfect opportunity
To find someone to blame.
To make things worse, a bus was parked
Right near where we’d hop on,
Although the driver, maybe
On a break, was just plain gone.
At last a new bus showed and so,
All three doors had a crowd.
The driver opened none of them,
The grumbles getting loud.
When finally, he made a move,
The front door opened wide
And access to the other two
Was out and out denied.
More kvetching, but we inched our way
And finally could board.
I snagged a seat (not many left),
Which felt like a reward.
At least it wasn’t freezing and
I wasn’t running late,
Yet surely, it’s a well-known fact
That no one likes to wait.
Big, Bold and Sleek
Greyhound Bus
Bus honor
City to City, Town to Town
Observation upon observation
Remembering viewing the Rocky Mountains
Standing tall and proud
Totally Majestic
Being greeted by an Arizona Indian wave
Sitting on a white horse in red and white attire overlooking the overpass
Sight before eyes seeing the Mormon Tabernacle Church in Salt Lake City, Utah
Open Roads, Steep hills and endless mountains
Experienced a young pregnant Woman on the bus go into labor in the state of Nevada
What was supposed to be a 30 Minute Rest Stop turned into 2 hours
Our Greyhound Driver timed the young woman’s labor contractions
A major hospital happened to be across from where we stopped, and their medical team carried the young woman off the bus on a stretcher
Everyone on the bus felt like family as they looked out for one another
Travel for me on Greyhound was always an adventure
North, South, East and West
America and I are acquainted
The spirit and merit
Up close and personal
Through the watch of time
Greyhound bus base
Never any time to waste
Greyhound bus travel
Into the sunset of my mind treasure chest
Hound dog
The ride
The experience.
When it comes time to throw the kink..Er i
Mean the king..Under the bus.' I think its
going to be found ( there is not enough
space'
Lol.))) To go round
He got on the bus,
Immediately they stare,
He pays,
The driver increases the fare,
He can't complain,
He doesn't want to walk in the rain
The bus is full,
Except for one seat,
Next to an elderly white woman,
She puts her bag on the seat,
The black boy sighs in defeat
At the next stop,
A white man comes on,
The woman removes her bag,
Like she didn’t just commit an act of racism
She smirks at him,
Knowingly,
He internalises this,
She smiles victoriously
For him it is only the beginning
sugared black berries quivering ~a bus stop in a blizzard
I was going to add a long remix track to a playlist,
A playlist called ‘Waitin For the Bus in the Dark’,
But waitin for the bus in the dark is as tedious as it is -
Making a remix tedious alongside it wouldn’t make sense.
The remix is exciting now -
Anticipating excitement knocking on my eardrums as I wonder how the tune will change.
But next time,
If I play it too soon,
I’ll know.
I’ll just know.
Knowing keeps listening from being curious,
And makes it here we go again.
But “here we go again” are lyrics in an excellent song -
1973 by James Blunt.
Maybe I could add that with the remix to the playlist
And never know which will play first.
Maybe I could add so many songs
That twill be one unmemorable remix
That won’t all play in the time I’m waiting for the bus,
One unmemorable remix that Spotify can shuffle out of order.
The bus I’m waiting for now is too long away
To make it to my trans support group before it ends,
So I’ll make my way home
And bump into an old friend
Who must have started to find me tedious
Or forgotten about me,
Like a song on shuffle that barely plays,
Forgotten how good it is.
Family Visit
Highway destination
Christmas presentation
Roll out smile
Reflecting back while
Baltimore being my arrival
Thinking on a Christmas novel
Connection in togetherness
Christmas Day almost upon
Snow falls starting the holiday right
Momentum spirit
Inspirating merit
Journey on Journey on
Christmas has officially begun
Embracing love among
Merry Christmas in the Greyhound way
Peace, Joy and Blessings every step of the getaway
Happy Prosperous New Year 2026
Through the mind and enter the heart
Love surrounds and spread it in warmth
The friendly Greyhound Driver with handshake extended
Go Greyhound and let memories carry their own holiday stories for many years to come.
A bus stop and a savage brute
all sewed up in a lion suit.
"Did you ever find where the Oz Wizard was?
(The lion-man belched a cloud of fuzz)
and those three ne'er-do-wells and that?"
He just said, "why'd ya think I'm fat?"
On meow buses
no cat fusses.
Sweet little kitties
meow rodent ditties;
deck out bunting
time for hunting.
With pounding paws
furries prime claws.
Amid glad rasping
there is no fasting.
Involves all of us
Highway destination
One can almost hear HO HO HO echoing in the distance
All the bus passengers are served hot cocoa while on the go
Holiday festive bus decorated in and out
The colorful lights blink on and off as the Christmas bus moves about
Sides, front and back
Snow is starting to fall
What a way to start the holiday for all
As trucks pass by, they honk their horns in approval
Cars blow their horns being nothing unusual
Everyone on the bus singing medley Christmas songs
Joy and happiness aboard
Come and participate in the sing along
Dash away Dash away
Soon it will be Christmas Day
Observations upon observations
Holiday viewing a sensation
Passengers wave as we pass by towns
All the towns are singing in the holiday praise
It’s a Christmas preserver
Christmas surely in the air
Heart felt in stopping there
Journey to anywhere bringing enduring love
Through the snow we continue to flow
Season’s Greetings shout out
Silent Night as you snooze about
Sweet dreams
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