The bus has left the station
And begun it's morning run
From stop to stop it hop, hop, hops
Some get on and some get off
A steady stream of friends and neighbours
Lonely souls and utter strangers
Now listen to the many sounds
That cluster, cluster all around
The ****** ****** ****** of engine rust
The rattle, rattle of seats that battle
The endless tide of yackety yack
And those in silence who don't talk back
But what's that flying round the bus?
A lowly fly goes
Buzz, buzz, buzz
And as it passes overhead
It sows the dangling conversations
Together thread by thread
A few words here
A few more there
No time to think
Or stop and stare
For one thing's certain
Without a doubt
It only wants to get out, out, out
So here's for you
A thread or two
Of life and laughter
If that is what you're after
And if not
There's plenty more
Some not so nice
And these are surely
Best forgot
'I've waited months already'
'Mummy where's my teddy'
'So I told him straight'
'How much longer will I have to wait'
'I really don't give a toss'
'I told her straight I'm the boss'
'Another useless government'
'I'm going back tomorrow'
'It never, ever, ever changes'
'Just borrow, borrow, borrow'
'The baby's due in just a week'
He's a sad-sack hopeless geek'
'They always pay me cash in hand'
'If you ask me, it wasn't planned'
'See you soon'
'We're off in June'
And on and on and on and on
Until we get to journey's end
Where nought but hush, hush reigns
The bus is empty
There's no-one here
To listen to
The sound of silence
Dedicated to Paul Simon
grumpyoldpoet.blogspot.com
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:08 AM UTC
The bus has left the station
And begun it's morning run
From stop to stop it hop, hop, hops
Some get on and some get off
A steady stream of friends and neighbours
Lonely souls and utter strangers
Now listen to the many sounds
That cluster, cluster all around
The ****** ****** ****** of engine rust
The rattle, rattle of seats that battle
The endless tide of yackety yack
And those in silence who don't talk back
But what's that flying round the bus?
A lowly fly goes
Buzz, buzz, buzz
And as it passes overhead
It sows the dangling conversations
Together thread by thread
A few words here
A few more there
No time to think
Or stop and stare
For one thing's certain
Without a doubt
It only wants to get out, out, out
So here's for you
A thread or two
Of life and laughter
If that is what you're after
And if not
There's plenty more
Some not so nice
And these are surely
Best forgot
'I've waited months already'
'Mummy where's my teddy'
'So I told him straight'
'How much longer will I have to wait'
'I really don't give a toss'
'I told her straight I'm the boss'
'Another useless government'
'I'm going back tomorrow'
'It never, ever, ever changes'
'Just borrow, borrow, borrow'
'The baby's due in just a week'
He's a sad-sack hopeless geek'
'They always pay me cash in hand'
'If you ask me, it wasn't planned'
'See you soon'
'We're off in June'
And on and on and on and on
Until we get to journey's end
Where nought but hush, hush reigns
The bus is empty
There's no-one here
To listen to
The sound of silence
Dedicated to Paul Simon
grumpyoldpoet.blogspot.com
