Being a writer and a poet, I often find inspiration in a variety of places. I was riding the bus recently when this came to me:Ode to a TransitMaster
TransitMaster! TransitMaster!
How late are we today?
Five minutes? Fifteen minutes?
Who can really say?
TransitMaster! TransitMaster!
Tracking me on their screen
Crossing timepoint crossings
And the places in between
TransitMaster! TransitMaster!
Ticking away the hours
There's not enough recovery time
To even smell the flowers
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