Travelling To A Small Town Poem by Jarek Zawadzki
Travelling To A Small Town
On those long-distance buses, you can hear,
Despite the air con blowing in your ear,
Unearthly cries and uproars straight from hell,
So you may know that all is going well.
You reach the destination, at long last,
And you just stand there, panicked and aghast,
For all the travelers getting off the bus
Make ever louder noise and greater fuss.
And by and by you're on the other side
To face the sun, weak-kneed and bleary-eyed,
You claim your piece of baggage from the trunk,
And, dragging it, you know you must get drunk.
You slowly head toward the station's door.
Out, out! For travel you can bear no more.
But there behind the fence, right by the gate,
A bunch of screaming taxi drivers wait.
A good start with a nice poem, Jarek. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Happy journey.....so nice poem......It is moments of travelers...
How I hate to travel, you it the nail on the head with this. A great write.
Sounds more like a big city than a small town to me. I grew up in a small town. No taxis, no buses, no paved roads, no traffic lights (and still none to this day!) . That town does have some paved roads these days, but still no buses, taxis or traffic lights. In any case, I enjoyed reading the poem. Welcome to Poem Hunter!
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I would like to translate this poem
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2/27/2026 1:39:05 PM # 1.0.0
Well thought-out and nicely crafted in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Jarek.