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To catch a bus before dawn is like riding into the day
In this caravan of pepsi trucks and number 4s, milk crates
How strange the begrudging camaraderie of people in a moving strip of light through dark streets stop selected though only god and the bus driver know where we are
we’re going south of the business district, to elementary schools and the service industry,
American gypsies on metro transit, music tucked in ears under hats and beneath bejeweled hoods
Pogroms of eviction notices and social services taking in the slack and your health insurance-
Off the bus with a thank you and a smooth exit , tripping over snow banks and blinking rapidly to remove the sleep and sleet from my eyes I decide these pretentions may be my fate, mustering up the security code from my notion addled brain, I snuggle into bed and a state only a few degrees away from riding the bus before dawn, windows dark to ads not illuminated and the relieved fumblings of just catching it.
In this caravan of pepsi trucks and number 4s, milk crates
How strange the begrudging camaraderie of people in a moving strip of light through dark streets stop selected though only god and the bus driver know where we are
we’re going south of the business district, to elementary schools and the service industry,
American gypsies on metro transit, music tucked in ears under hats and beneath bejeweled hoods
Pogroms of eviction notices and social services taking in the slack and your health insurance-
Off the bus with a thank you and a smooth exit , tripping over snow banks and blinking rapidly to remove the sleep and sleet from my eyes I decide these pretentions may be my fate, mustering up the security code from my notion addled brain, I snuggle into bed and a state only a few degrees away from riding the bus before dawn, windows dark to ads not illuminated and the relieved fumblings of just catching it.