diner waitress does not know
her brief touch and smile ...
stopped him from ending
Your mood changes depending on the time of day
In the morning most are restless with nothing to say
In the afternoon that when the annoyance starts
With loud school kids and drunks from liquor marts
You try your best not to give too much eye contact
It's loud cell phone conversations behind your back
The seats are constantly signed by a street gang
So-called men won't get up for the elderly in pain
There's always passengers who want to ride for free
And seem to bother others and won't let them be
Parents get on the bus with strollers big as beds
Also there's the deranged that didn't take their meds
Anger is always displayed by someone's bad speech
The stop requested cord is always to far to reach
Then you have the strange ones who likes to stare
Sometimes riding the bus can be a total nightmare
The beast must have rest—it's a horse
If not your quest's over—of course
These trips had required
Getting tired and mired
Cars from this hard work—us divorce
For optimum health, take a bus or train.
It's a good plan when it doesn't rain.
You'll save money and the environment. Heck,
you won't even get in a wreck.
In a boat
you can stay afloat
with a goat
In a car
you can go far
and race a star
In a bus
you can discuss
because there are lots of us
In a train
you can remain
and see the rain
In a truck
you can sit with a duck
if you have any luck
In a canoe
there can be two
or just you
But on your feet
It can be neet
there are lots of people you can meet
He walked around the showroom
the cars were shining bright
He told the nearest salesman
I do not see a bike
They thought he meant motorcycles
instead of brand-new cars
The little green man got offended
so he pedaled on back to Mars
Icy blue water showing through thin ice
Train crossing on the bridge high above
On silver tracks worn slick with the years,
The trestle creaking, boxcars screeching
One after another streaks of daylight
Blipping through the narrow passages,
Housing enormous couplers, air brakes
Occasionally squealing cryptic messages
Graffiti on the sides with sidewalk crayons
Like strange Middle Eastern languages
Moving too rapidly to be translated,
Steam escaping, whistling for a crossing
Several miles on the other side of the river.
written March 8, 2022
A train runs Cape Town to Cairo.
It will be through here by and by.
The route is straight as an arrow,
It’s like riding clouds through the sky.
Some people don't own a car
People who cannot walk far
They could take a bus
Without too much fuss
Depends on how agile they are
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation of schoolers, We can’t ignore
Parish Council and T.A. open the door
Dem open de door to safe highways
Drivers, come mek mi show you de way.
PLAN NUMBER ONE, yu must put in place
Watch yu speed limit, Or pólice in yu face.
But oonu inna hurry,
An oonu inna haste
Jus a grab plenty dollas
Inna dis ya rat race
Yu no realize sey dat tings no so nice
Protect de schoolers dem,
dem a fi wi special prize.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
PLAN NUMBER TWO
a telling you is true
Play wid de schoolers and yu corner really blue
Treat de pickeny dem wid plenty respect
Diginity, Courtesy and yu know de rest
All when inna yu face dem push up dem breast.
Responsibility is PLAN NUMBA THREE
Dress to impress an talk mek we see
Yu a one good driver wid nuff control
Drap de pickney dem right a school door
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
I was like hey I can save and fight this pollution I thought this was a good decision but as I started to ride I could not believe my eyes, so much much was going on,yes something is wrong as we pay are fare the real pollution hit the air and your are forced to breathe in this piss stench, the seats give you a creepy feeling now it got you itching,the loudness of people being on their phones, I can't rest on the ride home,the crazy people that you in counter on the daly basis ,yes I'm talking about people and some are racist,somebody should have warned me that this will be the ride of my life,germs in the air,trash every where,it's a scare beware.
buses cabs subways
how I get around
no subways are here
so buses will do
for six days a week
cities subways
when I am there
cabs cost too much
subways are quick
hitch hiked some
younger days
now buses
bus fare
one way
stop
To travel near and far,
we don’t need a car.
There’s some trains underground.
A fleet of buses can be found.
They are a great sensation.
Taking us to our destination.
Just get over to the station.
TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION
Veil of snow impeding my desire,
I trudge in spite of you;
I trudge because of you,
my legs knee deep in ice.
Frigid wind conspiring to obstruct my path,
I trudge despite you,
I travel through you
and my body heat will survive you.
Hopelessly wandering the barren ice,
seeking a reprise.
I am cold, I will surmise;
yet I shall overcome the pain
to achieve my destination;
...because public transportation
should be free and the free-est of them all is walking.
Trapped on an Island
An Island made of steel
Cages of grating cover me
While the mist in the ocean fills
Wind pushing it's way forward
Leaving me behind
Counting down the hours
When will it be my time
Yelling out loud in the dark
But no one can hear my cries
Waiting for the sun to show it's face
And open up it's beautiful skies
Waiting for a bird to come calling
Waiting to hear its wings in the wind
On an Island I am trapped!!!
And here I will stay
Watching the sun Descend
Waiting for my time to go in
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