on bus number sixty six
watch the dull day through a greasy pane.
to ignore the wall of passengers around me,
struggle to hold on against the strain.
every day like this, the alarm clock, the toothbrush,
tying of the shoes and the commute.
today, I hold a secret, my Monday morning purchase,
it flutters like a bird,
in the pocket of my suit.
today, at dawn, when the sun was barely up,
all were struggling to work,
went down to Joe’s, and said,
give me five of those.”
ways to win!
shining stars, five rays of light,
many types of chances: pick six, win four!
money nearly dances!
three and score!
Jack, Instant Poker, Easy Money, State Lotto,
of Gold, Fast Cash,
I’ve got to buy them all!
then on TV there’s the bouncing balls,
with a number, air popped, my fate,
Ten O’clock Drawing!
it on! Don’t be late!
the supplemental? Oh God!
the supplemental? I need six lousy numbers!
lousy numbers to win.
have my tickets.
five shining tickets,
scratch off their silver secret with a dime.
I’ll play and I’ll pray for a day that’s not like this one
this bus, not this suit, not this time.
maybe Tuesday I’ll be lucky.
needs odds, forget the odds.
your fingers, make a wish, and try to cope
a bus that’s all around, all around
squeezing like a rope!
a ticket’s in my pocket,
its birdsong gives me hope.