The midnight bus
Is due to leave
Its dirty windows
Rolling wheels
A journey soon
Engine huffs
And groans
Driver sitting solemn.
Passengers
Begin to board
Cigarettes put out
Upon the ground
Three more steps
Pay the fare
Take your seat
From window stare.
What idle thoughts
Or pressing news
Lie within
Passengers mood
Quiet, blank
Through dirty
Windows stare
The midnight bus
Leaves the square.