I'm sure that if you're like me
This poem that you are about to read
Is at this moment on a phone that's smart
Secretly wishing that you were

You make it through the first couple lines
Enjoying the cadence of the rhyme
When it all comes to a stop is when you look up
To see who just got onto the bus

A young mother with a couple of kids
Going back to the poem you just left
Though it really has nothing to say
You enjoy the vibes it sends your way

Earlier you started your day on the back porch
A cup of coffee, a 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
As both it and the rhyme relaxes you
The birds in the background continue to sing
As poetry flows to their sweet melody

With the sleep from your head fading away
You stand to ready yourself for another day
Taking with you your phone back inside
Where soon both you and it will take that bus ride