New Year's Eve
Soundtrack: "Drive" by Funeral For A Friend

This is an older poem, so it technically doesn't fit into the "write a poem every day" thing, but I found it while looking through my notebook and it made me smile. Enjoy.

Coffee and muffin in hand
I stand
In the cool night air
Waiting
Where everyone sees me but nobody notices me
Except the bus driver because it's his job

Pen and paper in hand
I write
As I sit
And sip
And I think about Saturday's party
Oh, what a party.

But his isn't a poem about girls or my social life

No, this is dedicated to the hour and a half it takes me to get home from work
Wishing the whole time
That I had wheels