bus haiku 87:
A bomb sniffing dog
ranges the coach, reminding
us of the bad world.
bus haiku 88:
Quiet regulars;
we don't look at each other,
and we do not speak.
bus haiku 89:
A borrowed iPod
and this old steamy bus coach,
taking me to work.
bus haiku 90:
The 23 and
the 174 play
leapfrog down 4th Ave.
bus haiku 91:
This bus is like an
indie rock action figure
toy box. So much youth.
bus haiku 92:
Can't take my eyes off
these faces, the blue sky, and
the gliding shadows.
bus haiku 93:
In a bigger town,
this trash can would be teeming
with rats and vermin.
bus haiku 94:
Every oil stain on
the pavement is beautiful
on a sunny day.
bus haiku 95:
Buses are early
or late, but they will always
show up, unlike you.
bus haiku 96:
The bus was on time.
You, however, were early.
A failed connection.
bus haiku 97:
I'm back on the bus
with my favorite strangers,
and we never change.
bus haiku 98:
When you wake up and
when you fall asleep, you dream.
Either way, you dream.
bus haiku 99:
I see your haircut,
new and short and seasonal;
you check the mirrors.
bus haiku 100:
Who knew I could write
one hundred haikus about
smells, and loneliness?
bus haiku 101:
Yr fringe boots, fake fur
stole and that discman and pants:
they match each other.
bus haiku 102:
Do I run to ride?
This cognitive dissonance
makes me want to walk.
bus haiku 103:
I can wait for you
here, all day and all night, so
please, take your time. Bus?
bus haiku 104:
Skirts show less than shorts;
so why do I get thrilled by
just a hint of thigh?
bus haiku 105:
The soaring eagle
on your Jeep's spare tire cover:
very inspiring!
bus haiku 106:
Stoned on the night bus.
The smell of the woman next
to me stills all mouths.
bus haiku 107:
Dreading the bus trip,
dreading the arrival, and
I dread the ending.
bus haiku 108:
Everyone agrees
the past two summers were brief.
More hot bus rides, please.
bus haiku 109:
Bus tunnel; so dark,
but so awesome. Should be packed.
This silly city.
bus haiku 110:
Morning, no jacket.
My pass is still expired, no
matter the weather.
bus haiku 111:
Air conditioned bus,
on this day, hot as balls, you
are the best of all.
