Poetry       Bus Opus Hopus It's one of those days when you're frozen stiff. Waitin for the bus and bitin your lip. A cloud of steam comes out of your mouth. Thought this couldn't happen way down in the south. Now, here comes the bus, what a welcomed sight. But, it suddenly turns and goes to the right. You check your money time and again, cause if you're short you won't get in. You bounce on one leg and then the other. Look into space. This is one mother. You think of the past, one thing or another and you start to wonder why you even bother. When it finally comes, you get in real fast. Go way to the back and plop down your cold ass. That seat back there over the motor, feels cozy and hot and stokes your numb rotor You nod off to sleep for the ride downtown bouncin around like a hapless clown