Minibus

Poetry

Minibus

Katie Frances Hartless

commuter poem, humor, Thailand, travels

Bangkok Bus #1 by Thomas Torheim

Cracked leather seats

bake in Bangkok’s heat.

I’m tossed in an iron oven

the rain’s turned to rust.

Bus bookie passes

making change on his feet,

doors left open,

or perhaps they won’t shut.

A rocking loosens my grip,

swerves my trust,

as the driver pauses only long enough

for a single hot air gust,

his eyes as red as the light ahead of us.

I grab two overhead handles

in case one slips.

Forward motion, no retreat

for the Bangkok minibus.

hey, nothing “The Sink”

14 responses to “Minibus”

Experience Film

A scene from Romancing The Stone comes to mind🚌🌧

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Nice. I think it had a bit of that vibe. Didn’t scare me off, though. Me and the minibus are going to make friends over the next few years.
  
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John

I’m sweltering hot from this Bangkok bus.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  you and me both, John. Vinyl seats are way less sexy in 100 degree heat. 🤣
  
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  1. John
    
    Yikes! And they will burn you too. 🔥
    
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johnlmalone

wonderfully evoked 🙂

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. It was a relief to move quickly every time the bus stopped. I don’t think I can avoid them, though. By far on the fastest ways to get from A to B around here.
  
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tiffanyarpdaleo

I can feel it, and I don’t want to! 🔥

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thanks, Tiff. It’s a scorcher today, too. I was that mad American booking down the Main Street with milk today. Probably should have waited for that ferocious sun to settle down a bit first before going shopping.
  
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  1. tiffanyarpdaleo
    
    We have a grocery store across the street, it is kept at about 60 degrees year round, I go there a few times a day just to cool down! 😉
    
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M Jay Dixit

Buses are so crowded where I live too. Nice poem, K.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thanks, Jay. I’m getting into the bus team here. It’s fast and frightening at first, but the workers are friendly, and boy, does it move!
  
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Nicole Smith

I feel like I can see it, your imagery is vivid.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, Nicole. It’s quite a ride. I’m taking one particular bus frequently as it cuts to my kids school much faster than other routes. I think I’m adjusting to the pace.
  
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