City Bus #30

That city bus, it goes just far enough
Three blocks to your apartment
Kicking stones to clear my mind, tonight
Waiting for that train to cross Morrison
I've got to think about it

Silently affectionate
Quiet like a baseball bat
Patient as a heart attack
It hit my gut like an anvil
Ripping through my stomach
Expanding like an ant hill
Left to die like a sick dog
On an expedition kill

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