The school bus window framed a weary shoulder and a pensive eye,
All lit up by highway headlights.
It glistened a good extra through the rain.
He wore Sunday best on a Friday night,
surrounded by people who pushed his name through their mouths like loose change through a parking meter.
He went upstairs with no one,
But for some reason it was harder to open the doors.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
The school bus window framed a weary shoulder and a pensive eye,
All lit up by highway headlights.
It glistened a good extra through the rain.
He wore Sunday best on a Friday night,
surrounded by people who pushed his name through their mouths like loose change through a parking meter.
He went upstairs with no one,
But for some reason it was harder to open the doors.
scenes from the passenger seat
