The Bus Ride Home

On the bus ride home I see people going to and fro; I see big tall buildings that seem to touch the sky, cars moving to and fro and so are buses, yellow cabs.  I saw this black Nissan Altima, it caught my, it look like it had black leather interior, I like the caromed alloy wheels on the car, I wouldn't mind one of those, I thought; than at another stop I saw this tall dark skinned man, he seem to catch my eye, he was wearing this nice navy blue suite with a kind of light blue tie and lighter blue shirt, I know because I couldn't stop stirring at him, I mean he was handsome and cute and sexy, I mean he had this short cut wavy hair cut that I love, and this sexy, cut dimples smile, that I a most would live for and I think he caught me looking at him, but I didn't care, for I don't think I'll see that face again, so I might as well enjoy it while I can, and I kind of smiled and waved at him, and he smiled at me as the bus moved on, Beautiful.
I see people getting on the bus, sitting down, and then getting of the bus when it's their stop.  I see gray and silver sets on the bus.

I see the bus driver knitting a skirt at all most every stop light, and it is starting to get on my nerves because it seemed like every time she stop she knitting and when the like turn green she had to hurry up and put her stuff up and some people on the bus were in a hurry to get somewhere.

I hear people complaining a little bit about the bus driver, but not to her.  I hear the men talking about the football game the night before. I hear a child crying for her toy and another child asking for some chips and looking at the other child crying for her toy, with this serous look on his face, like what's her problem or what's wrong, as his mother gives him some chips and set him up beside her and the other Child's mother is steady telling her no and to set down, and I wish her mother would tell her to be quite or give her that toy, to shut her up.

I feel this man looking or stirring at me and looking at me every since I got on bus and he's not even that cute and he continue to stir; I don't want to look so I'll just ignore him.  I feel shaking all over my body from the bumps in the road and just the bus moving.  I feel tried and sleeping and wanting to be at home.