Traffic haiku

Inspired by this:

In a nauseous bus
Rolling through tired faces
It is still Monday
Many tasks undone
I chip away at the mound
Of work that just grows
We sit in metal
Sleep on beds of wood and cloth
And yet we don’t rest
Look across the road
no smiles, no recognition
Unknown sea of flesh
Dance with me and laugh
Spin me on this stop-start bus
We’ll be a circus

Run o little man
Catch this ship of steel on wheels
It will bring you home

It will soon be dark
Shadows slipping through the ground
Once the crowds go home

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