bus stop

by .me.

So..we have a problem.

I don’t get the bus to work any more.

I was thinking, it kinda makes the name/ethos of this blog

redundant.

I drive now – a rise in my pay packet

and that I have a car means

I drive over the Harbour bridge every day.

Tunes blaring, foot to the peddle,

left foot just on the edge of the clutch,

ready to push it in, hold-hold- as I go around the corner,

quick check, look see

nothing coming

bang, slam it into 3rd, and push it around 

in the outside lane

around that gorgeous hairpin on to the bridge.

But I digress,

thoughtsonthebus

thoughtsinthecar

thoughtswhilei’mwashingup

thoughtseverysinglesecond..

Creatives, huh?

Who’d be one??

I would.

And so my bus stops.

But i never will

x

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