“Two South”
Bus driver.
Hardened,
50 years old?
Seems like an old whiskey drunk,
but he is dry,
today,
at work.
Sharpening his mind between stops
doing crossword puzzles.
Punctual.
Never speaks a word.
Grits his teeth.
Going home tonight alone,
like every evening,
Him and the Bottle
that he is not going to have,
yet,
for now.