Someone Who For Once Is Not Averse To Changing Lanes
Bespectacled, mustachioed--a man nondescript
Sitting all alone in a corner of the bus shelter
Waiting for the ninth seat on the left to arrive
Cardboard suitcase and paper on his lap
Where is he going? Does he even know?
His unremarkable suit is wrinkled and old
And likewise he, before his time
At last ... the bus, the seat, the plan
To go and just keep going, has become real
Clutching at his suitcase as the others come and go
He scans each face but none returns his glance
Why is he going? Does he even know?
Not that it matters--he's on the move once again
And, likewise, the world turns with him
| Contributors: | F, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Big Andy, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd December 2003 by Anon.. |