Greyhound Poem by Alex Barber
Greyhound
The bus
Does not wait for me
The bus waits for nobody
The driver looks at me
Shakes his head, I nod back
What's a nice guy like me doing on a bus like this?
The bus, that noisy thing
The Greyhound bus
I want to get off the bus
I want to sleep off this nightmare
Brings back bad memories
Would you believe I get paid to go on a bus like that?
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,lifestyle
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