The smells of exhaust and feeling of exhaustion.
The man who drives has seen it all, it's written all over his hands.
The woman at the front of the bus is nervous, she is a newcomer to this life.
Living in a town so unfriendly to us, the lowly pedestrians.
We are all going in the same direction
To different places
In the inky darkness of morning
Moving toward something more
United for a brief time
And then we move on.
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