The Waving of the Bus Drivers

by Timothy   Feb 20, 2013


Why is it that underpaid bus drivers wave to each other
When his/her colleague drives by?
Be it a form of common courtesy? A simple raising of the hand
Representing a greeting between two parallel existences?

I crouch and watch them day and night, cuffing their every move,
And draw some skinny relation between their 360 second lunch breaks
And the bleaching toilets that utopia strike those morning runs.
The eternal gyre of the noon-and-day waving parade.

I sip a little mineral by the straw, guise and crouching,
Behind the smoking unit none of them use, to avoid
Jen finding out and taking the kids back to mums. A wave
Will just have to suffice, a waving of pride between two predators.

But what if, one afternoon, a novice is put behind the big wheel
And forgets to make the all-important gesture?
What sadness will evoke the tears of an already dying man
Whose dedication to the policy summons the all-ready
Court of angels, taking the liberty to stir all sense and reason
Out of those pathetic whiskers into an already broken wall?

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  • 4 years ago

    by L

    Timothy,

    You have an amazing narrative skill. You took me to a scene where I am watching I am guessing a kid who is observing the Bus drivers. It seems the kid is day and night in there because Jen takes them with her. So perhaps Jen is the Kid's sister. Or perhaps, since the kid is hiding it could be that Jen does not know that they are there. So the kid hides because he likes observing the bus drivers and wishes to know the answers to the questions at the beginning of this write.
    But towards the end, I am guessing the kid realizes the bus drivers gestures are given as familiary? Perhaps our of courtesy? And wonders what will happen if a novice driver is hired and forgets to gesture? That will answer I am guessing the beginning questions to him.
    Pretty cool.

  • 4 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This is indeed one unique piece. Very meaningful and the truth well spoken.
    Excellent write, enjoyed reading, add to my fav

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