a slow walk

you see a bus
stop at the corner.
the word nowhere is
in the revolving
window of destinations.
it's a crowded bus.
people are standing,
hanging onto
the straps.
heaving to and fro
as the bus churns
forward, the air brakes
hiss and cough
as it comes to
a stop.
the driver motions
to you, asking if
you want to climb
aboard, but you shake
your head no.
you'd rather walk.