The E Street Bus

Each morning of my workweek, I board the E Street Bus 
I see familiar faces, there are a lot of us
But if I look closer, I see more then faces
I see a kaleidoscope made up of many races

Two Asians in domestic clothes chat in a dialect
A well dressed man in front of me is British I detect
Across the aisle a black man, with knitted cap pulled low
Hears music through his ear buds, while weaving to and fro

Several are Caucasian, from many walks of life
Teens and kids and elders, a husband and a wife
A dark skinned man looks at me, and judging from his dress
His race is likely Indian, but that is just my guess

As my stop approaches, I look around again
Survey the many colors, the women and the men
When I step on the sidewalk, my day not yet unfurled
I’m thankful how the E Street bus let’s me touch the world

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to The E Street Bus

  1. splitspeak says:

    Loved how you added a spark to the mundane

    Love, Mehak

  2. Nigel Good says:

    Well said oldmainer! Well put too.

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