284. Ode to Bernie
(my bus driver)
Driving. Driving. Driving.
Crazy, nutz,
Never a dull day.
Until the kids
Load up.
Sit in the back...
Never talk.
Then it's a
Lonely road.
Nightmares. Visions. Stories.
Deer sprinting
Hoping to make it
Only to never
Be able to
Get the picture
Of its head
Rolling free
In the road.
Emergency. Danger. Look out!
Heat stroke, epilepsy
Attacking passengers
Attacking drivers
Roads washed out
Overheated engines.
Oh my!
People. People. People.
All walks, kinds
Types...
Tweekers, kids,
Driving away
Going to
Everywhere
& Nowhere
Always an
Adventure.
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