the bus stop
is a metal sign posted in front
of the electric company office.
the office was
converted from an old school.
the school was built with red bricks
and molded concrete sometime around
1910 or 20.
two wide columns surround the main
the old school is a castle.
oak trees give shade to two concrete
cars and trucks pass on 6th street where
the bus will be.
electric company employees
smoke cigarettes or vape
and wait at the curb of 6th street for a ride.
they don’t wait for a bus,
but for another friend.
i sit in the shade on the concrete block bench,
cars and trucks keep passing.
a shirtless man mumbling to himself
wanders into the street until a car
brakes and honks.
the honk echoes down concrete walls.
the sun starts to fall.
the bus rumbles in like a boxy
i get up from the bench and walk
to the sign that says,
the three peeling blue stickers on the sign say
‘2’ and ‘2’ and ‘2’.
the driver turns on the orange blinking lights to
he lowers the door with an
hydraulic gasp and electric beeping.
i step on and take my seat.
we roll away.