bus stop

I got to work this midshift Dear God I hate this I feel my time is wasted but I'm patient dear God I'm working on my patience. As I sit and stand at the bus stop with my fare in hand to be on my way to work for another man it's hustle and shuffle folks in route early to clock in for a double on the Express way someone's in trouble neighborhood view change so sudden subtle from paved roads to rocky roads and rubble's I work hard to avoid the struggle man who does not work does not eat the corner piece to every PUZZLE.