City Bus

City Bus

By: Ley Wire

I ride the city bus, 

With strangers, strange as me, 

We’ve nothing to discuss, 

We sit there quietly, 

The wheels beneath us, 

Purr as they roll, 

They hum a melody, 

Of industry, 

And soul. 

The homeless, the well dressed,  

The young and elderly,

The hoodrats, the hip cats, 

The top hats and me, 

We sit silently, 

And listen as we roll, 

To the humming, purring, drumming, 

That’s coming from below, 

I ride the city bus, 

Every single night, 

There’s no need to fuss, 

It gets me home alright, 

The bus writes poetry, 

In its gentle sigh, 

We ride in darkness, 

The driver and I, 

The night cries, 

The bus sighs, 

In reply to her, 

The bus squeals, 

The strong wheels, 

Begin to purr, 

We sit silently, 

And listen as we roll, 

To the humming, purring, drumming, 

That’s coming from below,