Paying for the bus in pennies takes a long time
The busdriver waves you forward
It's okay, but you still feel the need to pay your way.
Sit down, it's only a short distance from here to there.
Everyone's uncomfortable or ice cold
Consumed by their telephones  
The numbers on the clock snake around into new ones
What's the rush
Doors swing open in front and people stream on
Exposing wrinkled strips of color from an hour before
Hurry, everything is done quickly to feel important
Chances are an empty home with creaking floors are waiting
Take a seat next to a stranger endure an awkward conversation
Save the lonely for some other occasion