Bus Song

The guy in the blue jeans
taps his shoe to beat
his feet
know a rythym of their own
a tone
in a silent song
and the man to my right strums along
a guitar made of air
not a care
who might stare
but nobody is looking anyway
for they're involved
and dissolved
in their phone
a ringtone
and music they own
or stole
but regardless, is it heartless
to draw oneself in away from the drain of this world
a sewer
quite fewer
are those who swim through it
it's deep, dark and dirty, but don't...
oh won't you join me?
no cell phones, or ipods or color tv,
for you see, you and me,
them and we,
have a sound of our own.
a tone
that alone
- - is silence - -
but with the world along,
is a beautiful song.