“Busted Down Bus”
3-06-2006
Busted down
bus.
Running in
rubber bands and chewing gum.
Still
running smoothly at twenty-five miles an hour.
Rusty, beat up from history.
Still
running just fine at twenty-five miles an hour.
If you ride
inside you feel like home.
Seats
covered in colorful new buys.
Inside the
roof is poorly painted to represent the night sky.
Busted down
bus.
Carrying you
to some place else running at twenty-five miles per hour.
Bouncing at
every bump in the road.
Busted down
bus.
More then
you plan you stop for water or a new rubber band.
Busted down
bus has unplanned maintenance.
But after time you expect it.
Busted down
bus.
Running
smoothly at twenty-five miles an hour.
Expecting a
break down, you find comfort when it’s a smooth ride.
Running
smoothly at Twenty-five miles an hour.
Sitting in
the captains chair the world speeds by at times.
When moving,
you are running smoothly at twenty-five miles an hour.
Busted down
bus.
Still
running smoothly at twenty-five miles an hour.
. Watching out the cloudy window, you watch your travel.
Some of life races by and others form memories.
Busted down bus.
Can’t speed at thirty-five any more.
Running on faith and experience.
Speeding at thirty-five miles per hour only last a mile or less.
But running smoothly at twenty-five, you’ll arrive.
Busted down bus.