The Crowded Bus

The Crowded bus left the station…

I waited behind with no desire to be huddled with the masses.

That’s a difference now between then and here…

I have lost my needs for connecting with strangers.

I feel that I’ve heard it all before, which is such nonsense.

I have not heard it all, just the repetitive parts that seem so popular with those on the crowded bus.

I’m listening to Dylan again.

I’m mining Bob’s words and worlds; seeing if I’ve missed something, perhaps from a 13th century Italian poet all tangled up in blue.

Or maybe its time to go back to Lucretious and Diogenes and that gang of ancients… nothing is created out of nothing, and there’s seems be too much of that going on… on the crowded bus.

Dennis Mantin

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