Stinky, crowded, sweltering Dedication Laughing uproariously Bouncing up with every Michigan pothole Falling down into the laps of our friends Riding to yet another competition Frantically checking to see if we have gloves and gauntlets The band bus
I thought you became exasperated when I sat next to you However, you greeted me with the most sweetest and delicate tone You stared me right in the eyes and instantly recognized my dull face I never thought of myself as a memorable person, but I was to you We exchanged our memories of junior year and for the first time in a while, I actually felt like someone had a genuine interest in me Although we never spoke much before this interaction, I had a feeling that I’ve known you for ages The bus arrived at your stop and my heart sank as I watched you grab your belongings I let out a soft “goodbye” and smiled I’m glad that I chose the correct seat
Bouquet of unfamiliar faces Minding own business. Each with own story to tell But ‘shhhh, it’s a secret’. Excluding none takes the ride That leads them to the next destination. Only oneself know of The coming journey to be told. Sudden nudge on the back, ‘Excuse me,’ There goes one. But no worries, Vacant spots are to be Filled with new, Name less companions. I see them come and go As I wait For my own story to Unfold.
No one shares seats on the bus Not since fourth grade And I’m still trying to figure out if it’s because we want the room to ourselves Or because too many of us still flinch when someone slides in next to us It happened in the summer between fourth and fifth grade And whatever it is, we don’t know But no one shares seats on the bus
My dad was a bus driver when I was a kid always a thrill when he'd take me out In his bus got me away from the house for the day Away from my abusive mother that dad was totally aware of I would sit behind the driver seat to watch my dad driving his bus He was well liked by all passengers for dad was so kind and polite and helpful to all He would drive through all those quaint little villages to pick up all the regular passengers I was so proud of him He was my dad and I missed so much when he passed away and at his funeral I spoke and said If I had a chance of one more day I'd wish for one more ride on a bus with him such a wonderful father he was
My dad was a bus driver he was so well liked by all his passengers always a pleasure he'd take me out with him for the day