Uncategorized

The Bus Stop

I take the bus, where I take it there is no bench only old rundown commercial buildings.  The coffeshop is an old metal box dirty and uninspiring . Everyday waiting  at that spot  are the same brave souls taking that crowded bus. Winter is cold and no shelter Summer is hot and the Sun burns on you.  No one cares, I care, I know how they feel. I feel the same way. Why is there no bench?

 

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s