Literature
On the bus
7:19
There's a strong smell of deodorant
And tiredness, as the bus rumbles on
Few are talking, but music is blaring
Nicki Minaj and Deadmau5 over white headphones
I am one of them- tired, sleepy, unwilling to talk
There's a distinct chill in frosty air
If one isn't careful, when a corner comes,
BANG- and you'll fall in the aisle
Unless you can poledance with safety struts
Outside the bus, the sun is timidly bright
Still blinding, but obscured by mist and fog
Occasionally the bus stops-
Letting another passenger on this crowded cohort
As others start to chat, my eyelids grow heavy
I lean against the frosted window
When will thi