On the bus

The answer is to be

No it's not for me

 

I don't need 

What they offer to me

Without evidence

At my door

 

Besides 

I am the bus

I only tour

When I want to

 

An' if you're invited on

It will be for sure

That I'm sharing

 

This is our space

No need to race

 

We are the bus

At a slower pace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It seems more like being under the bus to us

 

Stella said she liked bus poems, so...

 

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Bus Poems

We go way back - a three ring notebook and an ink pen or pencil and the tour was on. I learned Detroit by bus - 

 

Kresge's said my stop

or the pigeons at Greenfield

and Grand River said go.

If I got on a bus now

you would have to call

EMS to get me off.

.

:D