The Spoonbill Generator

Someone Who For Once Is Not Averse To Changing Lanes

Bespectacled, mustachioed--a man nondescript [F]

Sitting all alone in a corner of the bus shelter [Beefy ]

Waiting for the ninth seat on the left to arrive [Kansas Sam]

Cardboard suitcase and paper on his lap [Beefy ]

Where is he going? Does he even know? [F]

His unremarkable suit is wrinkled and old [Big Andy]

And likewise he, before his time [Grayman]

At last ... the bus, the seat, the plan [Kansas Sam]

To go and just keep going, has become real [Big Andy]

Clutching at his suitcase as the others come and go [Beefy ]

He scans each face but none returns his glance [F]

Why is he going? Does he even know? [Beefy ]

Not that it matters--he's on the move once again [F]

And, likewise, the world turns with him [Beefy ]

Contributors: F, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Big Andy, Grayman.
Poem finished: 23rd December 2003 by Anon..