Aimless

I caught the bus this morning,
Stood in front of Sutter’s Fort
In the dirt, in binding clothes,
Awaiting another bus to take me
Where every other bus
has already refused to go.

I stood in line for a cup of coffee
After the bus couldn’t take me
Where every other bus
has already refused to go.
I asked for heavy cream
To spill into my coffee
To add richness to the bitter taste
Of my everyday
But the carafe was empty.

I went downtown to find work
In my clothes that bind me
In this city, built on dreams
And I haven’t slept in days.
I walked home, briskly
After the bus refused to take me
And my coffee couldn’t console me.
The city streets haven’t changed
But I am headed in a new direction.
I trek on, down the same avenues
Where all my previous endeavors
have caught their death
waiting on a bus to take them
where every other bus
has already refused to go.

I came home and sat down-
Next to a phone that will not ring
Connected to your phone-
That does not call.
In my apartment that isn’t home.
So I lay down in a bed that gives no rest
To a body that cannot sleep.
Until I wait for the next bus to take me
where every other bus
has already refused to go.