A man in red jacket enters the bus
Sits down, wipes his hands, and with little fuss
Proceeds to tune out, stare straight ahead
No outward sign; does he dream, want his bed?
He is sodden, it’s wet, despite explorers coat
He’s been caught, capsized, fallen out of his boat
He is dreaming, controlled, as forward he looks
Unaware of surrounds be they lies, cheaters and crooks
He’s thinking of work, thinking of home
He’s shut down, constrained, because he’s feeling alone
Cant cope with events on his journey, blinkered he sits,
His senses turned off, without half his wits
Behind him there lurks someone who merits much more
Than the slightest of looks as he walks to the door
She’s the star of this journey, the one set for fame
She’s the one with azure eyes, and herbilicious name
He could have noticed her charm, her beauty, her fire
Even without her mascara, she was all he’d desire
Caught in his thinking, he never sees what he passed
The soggy bright diamond on the row second to last