Sometimes I forget that
I have waffles in my pocket,
and today I lost the cap
to my chocolate milk bottle,
I panic a little before realizing
it was under my leg.
I don’t feel like
talking to anyone, I mean
my pants are fresh
out of the dryer,
all toasty-warm,
but my ankles are
cold, on a level beyond freezing.
I blame my short socks.
You’d think I’d get used to it by now,
ya know? After all this time…
The same people,
the same faces,
even the occasional repeated conversation.
“Remember Leroy the Turtle?”
“Remember that crazy teacher
back in eighth grade?”
“Hey, did you see Family Guy last night?”
Sometimes somebody is home sick,
or decides to make the drive in
on their own.
We did the math once,
and throughout the four years,
we spend almost fifteen-hundred hours here,
we spend almost sixty solid days,
right here,
on the bus.