the fast bus

It’s faster than others.

it’s faster than a line drive

off the bat of Johny Santos.

it’s faster than a hooker

ducking through the doorway.

it’s the bus which goes from

one place to another place

on the expressway through time

contorting the expressions

of its passengers along the way.

age and mechanical difficulties

have slowed its pace these last

few years causing concern

over its longevity.

some have said the city

officials have arranged

for its disposition to old man Johnson’s

"museum of previous metals",

and everyone’s feeling low-down.

but there are no ands-ifs-or buts about it.

the time has come for the fast bus

to travel the slow ride through the big lonesome

where nothing moves.