Catching The Bus

Lights behind glass doors

Evening stars

Nothing open

I see you

Hiding in the back

Pretend to do things

Don’t make me go home

I want to keep walking

Past houses and fields

Through forests 

Abandoned paths

Give me all day and I’ll make it somewhere

I put my mind behind it

Wander on

Empty storefronts stare

From either side of the street

I think about who owns them

How they are doing

Wave goodbye at the train

Passing, headed north

Cross the tracks when it’s gone

Wander on

One of these days

In laundromats

Or spacious hotel rooms

I’ll find peace

And when I wake up the next day

Pick up my bag 

Slip into battered boots and run

Catch the bus

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