Bus Stop Renaissance
This hoodie gone hug me, hug me like a sleeping bag or a bodybag. The park ranger said no more sleeping on the park bench; I declare there be a bus stop renaissance! I promise that the vandalism was set in stone before I plot down here. I ain’t had an identification or a plastic identity for years and years, can’t be trusted with no spray cans. Just the person who slept on the park bench, until now of course. Park ranger must have sat on a stick vertically by accident and now he is all stiff. Something must have triggered him to remember what his job description was, “The Yogi Bear Show” must have gotten to him. Anyways, fuck him regardless. I’ll just wash up in the canal across the street from now on. Onwards to usher in this new bus stop renaissance, the nearest one will do. The nearest one with a two seater bench, glass walls with posters for a bit privacy, and one with a roof over my head. So much stress out in the world about not being able to afford a roof over one’s head and here I found one on the whim. Fucking Oasis with their bickering about no pot to piss in, this location has a trash can and if i’m lucky enough then i’ll shit in it! A good bus stop is like a storage container that doesn’t get shipped. Things are always a bit grim, camping at the bus stop with no particular place to go. Don’t even got two bucks for the bus ride but it’s fine, I ain’t had no particular place to go. This shopping cart was stolen but that was a decade ago. After a decade, you just have to let it go. Outdated brand logos and turned out into something not meant for shopping anymore. More so for surviving, I only do shopping when the dumpster is ready for diving. It’s one of them double deck shopping carts and I took down the second floor. Made it more like a flat bed cart, sometimes I just gotta lumber my way to the town’s second part. I ain’t too fond of ones that look like a steel cage match, don’t need that look with the way i’m already looking. Keep it by me at the bus stop, under the roof so it won’t rust. I understand that i’m a public nuisance but atleast I make an attempt to not be. There are some animals that don’t know the difference between rented and owned. Buddy you don’t own, you owe! Have some decency, don’t let the college kiddies stand in the rain. You smell just as bad as the shift ending hard working man but you ain’t done shit today. I hang my childhood Winnie the pooh blanket up along the roof like a beaded door curtain so the bus driver knows that they don’t have to stop here today. I shine down the glass on some of my favorite stops, i’m good at it because it’s how I make my bones these days. I stay at the parking lot by your automobile while you shop then I pester you to let me shinedown that automobile. I’m so good at it that I get paid without even having to shine down a car, sure the people just want me to go away but it counts in my books. Occasionally I will have to rotate bus stops so the city can’t try to make me leave. The city will try to make these benches more uncomfortable year by year, cement sidewalks being more uncomfortable is all I ever hear. I get comfortable with the uncomfortable routine after a while, something about familiarity that has a grip on me. To the bus stops with only a pole, to the hell hole they should all go. I’m starting to think that this renaissance only applies to me, the bums must have lost their walkie talkies but it sounds like more territories for me. There are some with posters that i’d like to avoid, I rather not want to be the spokesperson for HIV testing. I look like someone who is in denial of an HIV testing just like Tommy Morrison. I don’t mind the McChemical advertisements, it’s the least I can do for years of taking their ice and napkins without asking. The lawyer adverts are the worst, the worst I tell ya! I take those down every time and turn them into pirate hats to show the pillaging that they will do. I hired one years ago and he robbed me blind. Robbed me blind for my nickels and dimes, got damn wife got two thirds of the pie. It should have been half and half like cream if we weren’t the winning team. I fumbled the fine print, same way it went at the wedding. The stick in the mud is in the past, at last this bus stop renaissance is here and it will not pass. It ain’t no time to let yourself drown in sorrows, you can do it at the lake tomorrow!