Bus Stop Blues

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Bus Stop Blues

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Bus Stop Blues

Poem by: J Christopher Bartley

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Sitting at a bus stop as the rain starts to fall

Summary

Sitting at a bus stop as the rain starts to fall

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Submitted: August 27, 2012

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Ticket says Reno.

Eight o' Clock

Sitting alone

Watching Sunset

Slow draw off a cigarette

Eyelids set

Bank account low

 

Impatient

raindrops fall

on the window

The clock moves slow

Ready to go

Too much noise

in the room

Ringing

in my

ears

 

Try to read a book

but cant concentrate

screaming child

mother

ignores him

Starting to get very annoyed

Respect

too much to ask

pain in the ass

bite my tongue

Fluorescent lights

Flicker overhead

Water leaks

Hideous paint on the wall

Cool October wind

 

Man sits on the bench

He is far too close

I smell his breath

His body odor - strong

Violating space

Feeling hostile

Why pick this bench?

There were many others.

I've been here for an hour

Now, you've ruined that.

 

Not worth the fight.

I get up.

Pacing the floors

Spider on the door

Second hand ticking

 

Manic Moment

Thoughts racing

Anxious

chasing

the great dragon

Hands twisting

nervous action

The surface calm

but below

heart racing

Forgot my meds

I need to breathe

take a step

remain at ease

Almost over

Don't freak.

 

Headlights

 

Hear the squeal of the brakes

the bus arrives

odor and exhaust

Grab my bag - I head for the door.

ready to get this show going

Walk down a long aisle

back of the bus

I sit.

 

Relax

Sleep

Dream

Peace

 

 

 


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