Scenes From A Bus Stop #2

by niallkillian

Bullshit poet shouts lazy lyrics
sunglasses to hide his crazy eyes
tattoo tear-drop a plastic provenance?
maybe misguided youth’s marker

Foreign tourists consult the timetable
backpacks, caps and shin high socks
are they looking for somewhere clean?
they’re only about two blocks off

Native preacher mumbles and sighs
giving a lecture, incoherent and drawn
does he know what he is babbling?
that faculty seems to have departed

Burdened girl with black, vacant stare
gazes lustfully at her lame colleague
will he notice that she wants him?
his cigarette smoke smell and rebellion

Chattering simpletons tear up tickets
spread their chaff in to the breeze
do they come here every day to watch?
they seem to know the drivers’ names

Grey-haired gentility rifles through handbag
trying not to notice the scent of it all
surely she’d have been driven in today?
maybe her husband went to golf instead