The Bus Station
The Bus Station
Under a roof of opaque glass
there is the roar of engines
as buses arrive and depart
Pollution with diesel fumes
pervades the air as people
come and go.
Many with families destined
for holidays whilst others take
short or long haul journeys
An elderly lady sits on a
suitcase twice her size looking
disconsolately at those about her
A couple sleep resting their heads
on each others shoulders as their
bus has been delayed
Some gaze querulously at the
indicator board in anticipation
for updated information
Occasionally a loudspeaker
crackles into life to make
an announcement.
Vending machines produce
insipid coffee and unsavoury
sandwiches
A variety of dress displays
a multicultural scene with
sports jackets, a burkha or two
and some in shorts and T Shirts
Head sets and books offer
some distraction.
The desire of all is to get
a move on, to begin their journey
and reach their destination
M.C. Newberry
Sun 24th Dec 2017 15:22
I recall numerous Christmases working and the rest on
mandatory family visits. These lines capture the feeling
and especially the suspicion that when we "get away" we
are actually subconsciously getting away from ourselves and
our own lives for a brief moment in time.