Bus To Las Vegas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding in a bus with many people, choosing to stay aloof,
lying back in the seat getting some more needed sleep.

Stopping for lunch, getting off of the bus, eating at a
table by myself, when done returning to it.

Looking out the big glass window, watching clouds, heavily
come together.

As they hit their heads against each other, I look forward
to the front windshield and can see the tears they've shed.

Mountains climbing all around the bus, as we stay on a
strip, a ribbon of highway, that will take us eventually
to Las Vegas.