Bus Route Poem by Louis Borgo

But I am to busy to apologize I heard her say,
Like the dashboard for the confession,
I am wait for her to open up like a speech,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
The truth among the star my first lady,
My darling tooth ache,
Why wait for full story or explanation,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
Word for word reluctant took a frag to fall back,
I say darn the day darn the week high hope,
And avenue look above heaven escape,
In my mind I ask is safe to speak,
WhatI truly feel,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
Right below the curve of street is a,
Bus route deeper then any base reeve,
I'm hitting every bump in the road the old house that need painting,
The first one on and the last one off taken notes,
The last thing of great crush I heard say from her sister,
We have history.