My Poetry: Bus Ride into Town

A woman with a pram,

High street bags by her feet

Watches her daughter sleeping.

An old man sways, hanging off a rail

Each bump drawing a grimace

On his wizened face.

A blonde with red lipstick

Flashes a cheap diamond finger

From the latest unsuitable suitor.

A fella with a swan nesting

On manual labour hands

Sits so I can smell his lifestyle.

A hipster beanie, embarks

He's taking his moustache on a date,

To a trend bar full of clones.

A couple sit in silence

They shall be loyal untill death

Robs the other of a friend.

I skinhead, with Wu Tang tattoo,

Waits to get off with teen girl,

Her smile suggests he's not the first.

A woman in jeggings sits

Her frozen fast food belly

Hanging over her crutch.

A grey frizzy bob sits

Tapping a phone, either texting

Reading or surfing Tinder, I suppose.

I notice a black bow in electric blue hair

I want to know her name

And what her pin badge means.

But then there's a ring,

"The next stop is Churchill Square"

And i leave my daydreaming behind.