By Bill 53 1/2

 

The announcement we all dread..

Filters though the Station air

‘Buses are replacing Trains’

my smile turns to a glare.

 

I know how this unfolds…

as I drag me to the bay

Where the throbbing omnibus coyly waits

to make miserable my way.

 

The PTV bus is an unholy child

Born of misery and desperation

It’s ruins you day and makes you late

As it lurches from and to, each station.

 

And on the journey every kerb and pothole

is expertly pounded

by the angry, wanker bus driver

his consistency leaves me astounded

 

Then the 2-way radio blares to all

Crackers do you read?

I’m 10 min late to Mordi now

and dying for a feed.

 

To which ‘the Crackers’ duly responds

With learned inspiration

Hey Daryl, not a problem,

Timetables are only aspiration.

 

Arriving late to home or work

Knuckles white and teeth ground down

Calculating the time lost

And thinking how to turn this day around. 

 

But now the die is cast, the day is lost

bruised and angry you arrive defeated.

The driver stands, scratches himself.

smiles, his job completed.