Traffic haiku

Inspired by this: http://mobile.nytimes.com/blogs/cityroom/2015/01/18/urban-poetry-by-accident/?smid=tw-nytmetro&referrer=

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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