Bus note 35

First day back, 2nd of January.
        Waiting on bus
        by bank (HSBC)
        on Calthorpe Road, alone.
Granite cladding and glass; an edifice
full of swallowed tales. Smart.
        It's cold. Grey
        undifferentiated light outside.
Frostless: no soft tiny stellar mirrors anywhere.
        The bus goes slow, in stages,
        till we cross the Bristol Road
and then the nurses come aboard.
        This is a waiting room on wheels.
        Box, temporary,
        to pretend there's respite in.