I Hate Buses

I hate buses, I hate buses,
I hate laundromats too.
I hate anything that doesn’t remind me of you.
This long bus ride from the Cape to L.A.
how it drones on day after day.
The constant humming of the diesel a worrisome song
the passengers change as we chug along.
Sometimes full, sometimes near empty,
with only one constant, that constant is me.

I hate laundromats, I hate laundromats
I hate dirty clothes too.
I hate anything that doesn’t remind me of you.
Those endless cycles spinning around,
remind me that I have nothing but know where I am bound.
No one to share, no one to tell, I ponder and scheme
accompanied only by the washing and drying machine.
My jeans have been soiled, my sweatshirt stained gray,
I’ve worn the same clothes day after day,
I will take a two hour shower when I get to LA.

I hate to start my life over as if it is new
but I’m now in my thirties and living is long overdue.
My heart is in a quandary, my heart is in a rut,
I feel anxious and worried, as if there’s something I forgot.
 It’s been nine months since I last saw you
You’re living the life, attending UCLA
and I’ve been hammering nails throughout the Cape every damn day.
I’m buff, bloody, blistered, and worn
and missing you is a relentless thorn.
I’m no blue blood armed with a degree,
I’m a craftsman supreme and that’s fine by me.
I can put pieces of wood together and make it a home,
where we can embrace each other and never again feel alone.

Just three hours away and reality sets in
I’ve left all my possessions behind, have I committed a grave sin?
Will you laugh in my face, turn tail and run?
Or will you embrace me and make me the happiest man under the sun?
There’s only one thing, yes just one thing that reigns supreme.
 To see your beautiful face and hold you, is my ultimate dream.

Pulling into the station I feel antsy as hell,
I must admit, that I feel a bit unwell. 
Am I out of my mind arriving by bus to grab hold of the love of my life?
I have every intention of making you my wife.
 I look out the window and you suddenly appear,
All pain, doubts, suffering now gone, I am not left with a single fear.
What a pair we will make
The world by storm I know we will take.
You with your PhD and me with a sawdust kind of mind
together we’ll dream and build a beautiful life,
one nail at a time.
 There’s no way of telling but I know we’ll do just fine.
Here I am love, will you be my wife?