One empty seat- you thank God
But window’s open
And it’s 22 degrees
A man gets on
Could’ve passed for an NFL lineman
Your quick prayer
Goes unanswered
He squeezes in
You are no longer cold
At the mercy
Of distinctive odors
Relief is near
The cord has been pulled
You unzip your bag
Bus pass is elusive
Now cringing
As your son’s science project
Clatters to the floor
Beeping erratically
You’re frustrated
Some lady screams “Bomb!”
The word stampede
Is underestimating
A couple bruises
Interrogation’s not great, either
Calling your wife
Adds stress
Spirit, pride broken
Police car couldn’t be lonelier
And now remembering
You drove to work today…
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