City Bus #30

That city bus, it goes just far enough

Three blocks to your apartment

Kicking stones to clear my mind, tonight

Waiting for that train to cross Morrison

I've got to think about it

Silently affectionate

Quiet like a baseball bat

Patient as a heart attack

It hit my gut like an anvil

Ripping through my stomach

Expanding like an ant hill

Left to die like a sick dog

On an expedition kill

Everything went wrong again