Bus Entry Poem by Joshua Mccoy

Bus Entry



Crazy ride so far.
I have said goodbye to loved ones and those who live life with drams deferred alike.
The road is my home now.
Strangers of generosity and business men of pure indifference are my family now.
These wheels constantly propel my face into the future and shades drawn down across the windows prevent me from being able to look back.
No matter how much I truly should, to be able to reflect how far I have travelled
From Point A to Point B
To a determined stare down with destiny
From leaving behind a part of me to becoming a materialized ghost of what I dreamt to be.
The stretched road my feet float upon,
Yawns out past the horizon
As towering mountains and dried tumble weed
Close in from all sides
A ranger station here
An old abandoned mine there
Environmentalists growing hostile and swarming over a locked gate for change
Here and now
A car passes with windows rolled up and an overheated child in the backseat and blaring music drowning out its cries
A man in shades relaxes across from me in a lap of air conditioned luxury while a newborn is born in a bus station bathroom stall in the hands of a left behind mother who was thrown from her seat on a crowded bus for a man of wealth and nobility.
I gave a call to 911 since her trip to the hospital was brought to a corrupt halt and now
Sirens flashing red and white can be heard in the distance.
The double yellow lines in the middle are replaced by orange and white pillars of construction as we travel flowing against oncoming eighteen wheelers on a narrowing road
Three more hours
Three more hours with a driver who barely knows English tongue
Three more hours left of a two day journey deeply starved
Three more hours till loved ones rejoice that I finally made it safe and sound
Three more hours until we swerve and barely miss hitting a mother and her son on a cross walk
Three more hours until we meet bridge railing head on and the speaker voice to evacuate is silenced by the ground below


Hi daddy
All is well
I love you
I wish you could have walked down the aisle and gave me away
Or took a picture of me in my college graduation gown
But it’s okay
What awaited in reality assured us both that our fondest dreams will never come true
You missed out on nineteen years of my life already
Surely the rest of my life would not make that much of a difference
Either.

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