The answer is to be
No it's not for me
I don't need
What they offer to me
Without evidence
At my door
Besides
I am the bus
I only tour
When I want to
An' if you're invited on
It will be for sure
That I'm sharing
This is our space
No need to race
We are the bus
At a slower pace
Bus Poems
We go way back - a three ring notebook and an ink pen or pencil and the tour was on. I learned Detroit by bus -
Kresge's said my stop
or the pigeons at Greenfield
and Grand River said go.
If I got on a bus now
you would have to call
EMS to get me off.
.
:D