N38 To The World

N38 To The World

A Poem by Janine Booth
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A Petrarchan sonnet on getting a night bus to catch an international train ...

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I used to but I haven't missed this bus
At 5a.m., a half-full cart to take
The staff who clean and guard before you wake
Who start the engines 'fore the rest of us
From brief repose unwilling exodus
Hold open half-mast eyes on work-worn faces
Resignedly wishing they weren't going places
No chat, no caucus, nothing to discuss
But then I disembark and change my routes
And switch dimensions through a boarding gate
Some two hours later morning, bright debate
White, coffee-charged commuters sporting suits
While most of those on night bus 38
Were black and wearing hi-vis, smocks and boots

© 2014 Janine Booth


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Added on November 29, 2014
Last Updated on November 29, 2014
Tags: transport, work, commuting, international, London

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Janine Booth
Janine Booth

London, London, United Kingdom



About
I write poetry and perform it as The Big J. I write political articles and pamphlets. I have had two books published by Merlin Press: 'Guilty and Proud of it: Poplar's rebel councillors and guardians.. more..