She is as beautiful as bustickets
and smells of old cash
drinks Guinness off duty
eats sausage and mash.
But like everyone else
she has her busdreams too
when the peakhour is over
and there’s nothing to do.
A fourposter upstairs
a juke-box inside
there are more ways than one
of enjoying a ride.
Velvet curtains on the windows
thick carpets on the floor
roulette under the stairs
a bar by the door.
Three times a day
she’d perform a strip-tease
and during the applause
say nicely ‘fares please’.
Upstairs she’d reserve
for men of her choice
invite them along
in her best clippie voice.
She knows it sounds silly
what would the police say
but thinks we’d be happier
if she had her way.
There are so many youngmen
she’d like to know better
give herself with the change
if only they’d let her.
She is as beautiful as bustickets
and smells of old cash
drinks Guinness off duty
eats sausage and mash.
But she has her busdreams
hot and nervous
my blueserged queen
of the transport service.