the bus ride
Back in the older days the bus services were not so comfortable, but they still deliver. This poem is about the then and now. And not necessarily about the buses.
pencil sketch by dsnake1
the bus ride
you remembered, don't you
every morning just after dawn
you sent me off at the door
made a checklist because
i was forgetful. ticked off
wallet, keys, pass, fags
then i was off to catch the bus.
it was a damn long ride to work
from Bukit Merah to the east coast
and this was the time before
facebook, PSP games and smart phones
so there was really nothing much
to do except sleep, daydream
look at all the pretty girls
going up and down and yes
look out for the weather because
the buses then had no air-con
and it was no fun having the rain
smacking into your face at 50 mph.
and one day i got so bored
i wrote a poem about a river
because i passed over it
every day in the lurching bus
and it came out in the papers
and you so proudly told
all of your friends but
they were like what the fuck is a poem?
and you so patiently explained
it was what Li Bai or Shakespeare wrote
and they were so in awe of me later
and that was how by being bored
i had my really 15 minutes of fame.
i wish this could have last longer.
the buses are so much better now
nobody drops cigarette ash onto my lap
i ride in cool comfort, so okay some of
my co-passengers are boors but
i have my smart phone with many games
and an ipad with 20 movies in it.
i read poems in the bus instead
and maybe it's hard to get bored now
but sometimes just sometimes i get lonely
looking out of the bus windows
at the light blue sky
thinking of you because
you are no longer
to send me off
at the door.
And this is the link to my poem about a river.
As I hummed a tune about the great steppes, my bus arrives, jam-packed as usual.
Shared on Poetry Pantry #280 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015