I waited for the crosstown bus
Forever and
a day.
That may be
an exaggeration,
But it felt that
way.
At least three
dozen people
Were
bemoaning what became
The perfect
opportunity
To find
someone to blame.
To make things
worse, a bus was parked
Right near
where we’d hop on,
Although the
driver, maybe
On a break, was
just plain gone.
At last a
new bus showed and so,
All three
doors had a crowd.
The driver
opened none of them,
The grumbles
getting loud.
When
finally, he made a move,
The front
door opened wide
And access
to the other two
Was out and
out denied.
More
kvetching, but we inched our way
And finally
could board.
I snagged a
seat (not many left),
Which felt
like a reward.
At least it
wasn’t freezing and
I wasn’t
running late,
Yet surely,
it’s a well-known fact
That no one
likes to wait.
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