the girl next to me
is ranting her head off
bitching about anyone that pops
in her unhappy brain

the bus with its own worries
creaks and sways

and i say nothing
my ears have blocked
everything

i think of
music and people in the 70's

my eyes
want only the sky
today. but even that
disappoints me,
with its shade of drowsy grey
looking just like how
i feel- like shit.

so i pretend
i'm a hundred miles away
surrounded by people

without bitter words and
who will have something nice to say
to me about life