Where you hit this certain point, to where you thought you were this sturdy oak trees; but instead you are just leaves that blow away at the slightest breeze. When you see the bus, you will have to jog a little, not fast, but just enough to show that you need to get on. Then, it will wait.
When you get to the bus there is this automated voice. This voice doesn’t tell you where you are headed, like Route forty, service to Second and Lombard. It only says Service from and the street you were standing at. The doors finally open with a clink, you get on, the doors close with a swoosh close and the bus goes on. The will never ask “Where to?” but most will say “Just drive”. If you have money, you pay, if you don’t the driver will give you a nod with his eyes covered by his blue hat. Then, you give a nod back and take your seat.
The ones who done no good, be no good, and have no good all ride Philadelphia’s buses. Most of them know where they want to be and who to see. The bus is not for them. Its riders are those who no longer want to be where they are. This bus has been everywhere. It has been spotted in West Powelton, Grad Hospital, and Center City. If you ask most people, they will say they have never seen the bus, because it isn’t the one they’re looking for. If your heart is full and your spirit high, it is possibly you have never seen or see The