He combed his toupée, he clipped on his tie,
He placed his second-hand $1.99 hat on his head.
He whirred out the door with briefcase in hand.
He clinked to the bus stop, stopped at the curb.
He stood in line with his money and waited to board.
With a metallic clink! he deposited his dime,
Thanked the bus driver, and rolled his way
To the very last seat in the back of the bus.
He talked not at all, with the exception of buzzing,
While all the people around him tried their best
To stare out the window than rather at him.
After some time, he rose from his seat with a hum
And stepped from the bus, unable to thank the driver enough.
And so again began the robot businessman's day.