waiting for 107

pissed off because
the bus I’m supposed to take
the 107
the bus I’ve been waiting over 20 minutes for
the 107
and it’s drizzling now
is not the bus pulling up right now
it’s the 95B
B for Bastard

the last passenger to get off
a woman
alights ever

so

slowly
B for bloody hell
I hunt for my umbrella as the bus
scoffs away from the curb
enveloping us in its indifference
the woman who got off last stands and  digs in her purse for her umbrella

ever

so

slowly
unfolds it
digs again for a cane
unfolds it

B for Blind?

she taps by me
and I watch as she is dammed by sidewalk renovations
then trickles through each barricade

it’s raining harder now
but I keep my umbrella unfolded
my eyes unopened
as I try to guess what a 107 sounds like
what a 107 sounds like
while the rain taps against my soul.