Bus Route Reverie - Judeo
Dreams on the dash, city lights in the mix
Roll tea, clean wrist, twist with a wrist
Riding rides with a hope, paper thin
Every stop sign whispers where you been
Bag full of weight, not the kind for the gym
Knees on the ground like the wheels on the rim
Hustles in and out of sun, low in the den
Bus route reverie, track where it began
Bus route reverie, chasing what's said
Seeds worn thin, stories left unsaid
Steering through the night, green lights red
Bus route reverie, alive but just misled
Pot holes hit harder than my cousin's beat
Street lights flick and shadows brief relief
Traffic gotta stay like he knows all grief
Windows fogged up, riding dreams in a steam
Route 55 with a ghost in a roam
Whispers in the wind say,"Boy, get home"
Pocket full of hope but it fat feels wrong
Bus route reverie, where the nights feel long
Rolling tires on like a hymn from the past
Every turn a prayer, every stop a pass
Cobbles on the corners where the dice get tossed
Bus route reverie, profits and the cost
