I sit all day at the bus stop.

Buses go past; one with Juliet, one with my good brothers, another with my ambitions.

No one waits here; they get on around the corner, I imagine.

I wait and think and read the bus schedule,

Hoping one will have my date and time.

I get on the last bus of the night

And fall asleep before I get home. 

Image by: Taro Taylor