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.