Stuff Cam Wrote

The bus is so crowded
Old ladies and businessmen going about their days and all
It’s standing room only in here
And each time the door opens
A colorful tide of people press their way on
Each of us repeatedly struggling
to adjust to our new realities
The line of schoolchildren and their backpacks
The young father who doesn’t know his stroller
is parked on my foot
Its a veritable soup of elbows and hats and smells
As the rush of trees and
sleeping storefronts blur
on the other side of the window
And the engine rumbles below our feet
Here comes my stop, where I’ll scan my card and fight my way off
To transfer onto another bus
That I’ll ride to another stop
And transfer to another bus
For ever and ever
Amen