Gritty eyes and cotton mouth

Ache when soft rain patterns

Past the steel skin and windows,

Bus coughing tired fumes to

An equally worn sky.

And we’re all nodding to the tune

Of stop and go, stumble and yawn

To a cool blue monochromatic theme.

Heads loll on shoulders, spines slump

And the rain softly streams,

My head dips, and I dream.