I wave for the bus to stop
Praying you’d hit the break
Sometimes you do stop
Sometimes you just drive away
And then your partner in crime
Comes toward me with a frown
And I search for the elusive dime
Before in his insults I drown
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it is sunshine
Through all this weather change
How do you manage to be late every time?
And then there are the curses
You heap on erring drivers, making it personal
Wait, don’t you realise?
You just jumped the red signal!
You bristle at the whistle
Gunning the engine like a hero
But then you notice the cow in front
And the acceleration drops to zero!
Then you realize
And back to reality you come
After all you know
This isn’t Formula 1!
Sometimes you are Zen
And sometimes you are Mel Gibson
You are unfathomable
Driving in roads that are “undrivable”
And so the ode to the driver ends
And the wait for next bus begins
As I wave my hand in vain
There you go, speeding up again!