Out Of Service

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: And the sign said….
Mish is tending bar over at the pub today and she has us seeing signs

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’.


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