Scoundrel Time

Slow Bus Detroit Chicago (for Thomas Sayers Ellis)

Don’t get off the bus
Take it nice & take it slow
No one getting on the bus
& nowhere else to go
Sometimes the bus stops moving
Sometimes it moves ahead
Little on by little off
There’s little to be said
The bus itself’s the answer
The poem and the prayer
Slow bus Detroit Chicago
Where God plays solitaire
They can wait for fucking ever
Line ‘em up down at the station
Slow bus Detroit Chicago
The ghosts’ anticipation