d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: And the sign said….
Mish is tending bar over at the pub today and she has us seeing signs
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I saw a bus one day that had Out Of Service where the next stop header would be. I wondered what it would be like to tell everyone I was ‘out of service’.
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Out Of Service
I am an empty bus
no stops to make
no riders to deliver
downtown, uptown
suburbs, the mall
the next destination, my choice
I turn the radio on – loud
nobody complains
open windows and let the wind blow through
no one to smile at, argue with
tell jokes to
no frustrations, complications – no fun
I halt my empty bus
at your stop
will you ride with me
rhymeswithbug 
Nice take on this. 🙂
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Nice personification of that empty, out of service bus seeking companionship and wanting to be put back into service.
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To me this something that makes me think of retirement
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To be out of service is no fun indeed. The void engulfing is frightening.
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How lonely to be riding alone in that empty bus ~ I like the invite of companionship at the end Candy ~
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Indeed I will 😁💗
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Oh, this makes me want to write a mystery about a phantom bus that picked up riders, and they disappear into the mist, the bus and its riders never seen again. Thanks for that!
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I think we all need to drive an empty bus from time-to-time. But that last line–just perfect! We can’t go on alone forever.
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Thanks 😊
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We need that solace (peace!) don’t we, Candy! The emptiness and quiet is good for awhile, like a reset button.
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Absolutely!
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Love making the bus an animate being here……imagine what that bus hears in a day! 🙂 Reset button indeed….we all need that everyone once in a while. The quiet is good to recharge…for a bus and for us too! 🙂
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So true
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ofcourse i ll ride with you! Excellent write!
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