I’m on the bus this morning
Like every morning
Like everyone else…
I like to think I’m like everyone else
…on the bus this morning
I like to say it’s the morning
Though its way past dawn and
I think I’m gonna be late again.
Juxtaposed against the sunny sky, is my head this morning
A big old foggy mess, before the caffeine hit
See I’m just like everyone else
Like everyone else on the bus this morning
Barely blinking, head bobbing, mouth gawping
Ratty whilst racing to work this morning
Just trying to buy my freedom…
Freedom from the bus for one morning
From the gawping, bobbing fog for one morning
From turning like a cog for one morning
Freedom to be me.
Tag: commute
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The morning
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Glad we met line
Riding down the stairs
Ignoring all the stares
Caressing all the way
No fear of PDA
Stumbling through the train
With one thing on my brain
Following the sway of her hips
Eyes drawn to her lips
Stops go by in a haze
Feels like a minute
May have been days
So sexy is this miss
So moreish is her kiss
Once again I miss dinner
Because I followed her to Pinner
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Jubilee line
Burgers, brogues, bleating kids
The worst play I’ve paid for
An endless ensemble
Entering, exiting…exasperating!
A sensory explosion of the vomiting kind
Sticky handles…
Nice.