The bus comes to a stop, watch your step
Duck your head, take a left
Walk the aisle till you find a seat
Pull out your phone for poetry

You make it through a few lines
Enjoying the cadence of the rhyme
At the next stop you look up
To see who steps onto the bus

A young mother with a couple of kids
You look back down at the poem you left
Poetry to you has so much to say
You love the vibes it throws your way

Earlier you stepped onto your back porch
A cup of coffee, cigarette that you just torched
As the first hint of birds start to sing
Out comes the phone with its poetry

You take a sip of your morning brew
Both it and the rhyme relaxes you
As the morning birds continue to sing
The poem starts to flow with their melody

With the sleep from your head fading away
You know that today is going to be a good day
You pick yourself up, take it all back inside
Preparing yourself for the daily bus ride