The kind folks over at Baristanet posted a link and published Even Prisoners Get Lunch, a poem from Voices on the Bus by Anthony Buccino. One of two comments on the post was favorable.
Commuting daily on the bus, train, subway or PATH, one settles into a routine of familiar seating and faces. You can stare out the window listening to your own music, or read a book, or write poems about the experience. This is the latter.
Working class verse and tales, musings and random observations about commuting in Northern New Jersey.