The Bus Ride


Observing the scene not finding a soul around
when my car violently gave out and broke down.
Thinking to myself I soon understood
black smoke spewing from beneath the hood.


I now had time to stop, and to reflect,
my precious T-Bird was suffering from neglect.
My car was more than just a shiny new toy
My ultimate possession, it was my pride and joy.


The leather upholstery had a smell so sweet
with all the horsepower beneath my feet.
Pulling myself together I must act fast
to be single-minded and complete the task.


With late nights at the office and little sleep
my appointment with the mechanic I failed to keep.
Now the truck will come and give it a tow.
To the garage my future paychecks will go.


Too many times I had bad mouthed the City bus,
now no time, and no choice,I had to do what I
must .
Running down to the corner without hesitation,
the concrete bench at the bus stop my destination.

Winded and realizing how I was so out of shape,
the bus came, and through the doors I escaped.
I gave my coins and luckily I found a seat.
searching the sea of faces when our eyes then did meet.


Settled in for a long ride, I opened my favorite book
and took a quick moment to steal a second look.
Wondering what brought him to take this ride,
where he was going, and what was in the bag at
his side.

Distracted and unable to read, far from my warm cozy chair
I felt a strange feeling of excitement in the air.
The man next to me got up and off at the next stop
the newspaper he was reading he purposely dropped.


I jumped at the chance to see what was taking place
when there on the front page a familiar looking face.
Looked a lot like the man sitting right across from me.
My heart pounding, I cautiously raised my eyes to see.


There he was staring at me with a threatening glare.
I could tell him I didn’t know anything and didn’t care.
The man was wanted by the police for a heinous
offense
I am here, a simple change of my routine, does this
make sense?

He was wanted for questioning of two people found
dead
panicked a scenario of escape was playing out in my head.
If only I could get up, jump off of the bus and run
but I didn’t know if he was the killer, he might
have a gun.


Frozen in my seat not looking around wondering what to do.
The bus door opened and there between us stood a man in blue.
The officer in a tranquil voice asked the man to please stand
he reached over, grabbed the bag and cuffed the suspect’s hands.

Such a simple thing as neglecting to take care of my car
put me in a life and death situation… how very bizarre .

Impressum

Texte: (c) Serena Axel 2011
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.01.2011

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