Waiting for the Bus
The chill finally gets to me.
I've been out here for an hour
and finally the chill gets to me.
I'm a bit disappointed in myself
It's my fault.
Should have brought that stupid jacket.
Where is that bus?
It should have been here twenty minutes ago
So where is that bus?
I blink my sagging eyes
Mildew almost welds them tight.
I could have sworn I slept last night.
Probably.
Should have brought that stupid jacket.
In the distance a tree stands bare
I locked eyes with it fifteen minutes past
And it's secrets stand stark to me
Free for all to take and share.
Admirable.
Should have brought that stupid jacket.
The smells of the depot
Have been fermenting in my nose for seventy five minutes
And yet the odors just keep getting worse.
It's not that I feel uncomfortable here
It's the weakness this place puts in men
It's the fact that the loneliness
Can creep up your spine
And leave you paralyzed.
Should have brought that stupid jacket.
The headlights shine off the decrepit windows
It's felt like an eternity
But I can finally see those headlights.
As the shuttle creeps around the corner,
Struggling to a stand still,
I search the tinted windows
Looking for a familiar face
All I find is odd stares and a return of the loneliness.
Wrong bus.
Should have brought that stupid jacket.
