so, when i get stuck on a bus..

well, first i started reading my math book..after two chapters and moving about five inches on a traffic clogged sunset, i remembered this thing called writing.

here's what i cranked out after about forty minutes stuck in genuine los angeles friday evening traffic on the metro...unedited cause i like it how it is. (actually, i'm just really lazy and i should be doing homework..i write oddly when i'm groggy)

* * *

jet engine roar

of chemically Arctic

engineered air

rumble of a

groaning (but not dying) engine

and the slight shuffles

of the passengers (all half-asleep)

teal adorned man with paperback

sporadic hooded nappers

and a DJ mixing beats behind

soft (but harsh)

white fluorescent light

flickering with the

bus' wheezing stops (and rarely go's [in this traffic])

the tv says

downtown 78 high

tomorrow

(the only energized person

in the darkness-engulfed but light inside

bus.)

* * *

friday night lights

those, i live for

but i'm too much of

a wimp

to be on the gridiron

or maybe i just

love my music too much

i live for that halftime

moment

where the crowd is

taking a leak

or grabbing cheap grub

but the field is

ours

that's the thing

about being a musician

we're the

ignored jests and

the natural wonder that

melted away

but the stadium lights

are glaring down

and un

deux

un deux trois

showtime.

* * *

quick breaths, glance at crowd

bring it on, palisades, now

nothing goes unplayed