a bus ride

A Poem by Enrico

From the window of this bus i see
a church and a drug raid
i smell something awful
is it this big guy or this old woman?
the agents rush in the brown house as
a janitor comes from the church
holding a rake and a cigerette
its gota be this big guy
i have to change seats
the grizzly man stares at me
i see children playing with dogs
and people riding bikes
i should get a bike
the music in my ears takes me away
a lady sits next to me of course
with bags of groceries
and an overstuffed purse
i pull the line to get off the bus
i see another church
and another janitor smoking a cigerette
only a few more blocks
i'll walk from here
as i get off the bus and light a cigerette