Public Transport

The speckledstreets

Of Melbourne,

Wet with rain,

Look like a grimy granary.

The scent of cigarettes

And fast food cling

To a bus shelter.

The taste ofgrease

In the air

And factory gases

Stick to my throat.

My fingers tap impatiently

Against the cold metal seat

Next to me.

Graffiti hangs

In patches of disarray

To create a colourful mess

Of unidentifiable pictures.