Ode To Coaches.

I wrote this poem on the way back on the greyhound bus from Sydney.

I was soooo bored.

This one's for you private, expensive transport system.

This coach I'm on

is small and cramped,

The toilet smells

and the floor is damp,

Surrounded buy strangers

I'm writing in the dark,

The dutch girl next to me

is reading Ben Elton's "stark"

The journey will continue

forever I'm sure,

Sitting on this bus

is such a bore.