There is something wrong here.

Sitting at a bus station
No cars no people
Full of dead impatience
There is something wrong here.

Street lights does their
Damndest to paint this
World in its fluorescent
Incandescence yet there’s
No beam to be seen.

Someone whisper their
Last known address at
The top of their lungs
Drowning my ears yet there’s
No one seem to be.

My ride is finally here
Seat cushions beg when seated
Windows clear yet muted
Wheels somehow turning
But also still and quiet

There is something definitively wrong here.

Just hoping,
Where I’m going,
Is somewhat near here
.