@ The Bus Stop

Just a poem that popped in my mind while thinking about when I used to travel by greyhound buses.

He was sitting on a bus stop bench

In the cold Mississippi rain

It was coming down like crazy, man

Soaking through everything

including the last bit of road food

he’d thought to bring,

It was half a breakfast burrito

 it was just leftovers anyway,

He was relieved at last,

when his bus finally came

He said one more hour of that

torrent would’ve driven me insane

By: J.N.R Dutton




Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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