Oh Grayhound, how I hate thee
   No heat, no space, no light

I wait longingly to be free
   But sit confined through a sleepless night

A sea of hickies and B.O.
   Jerry Springer never seemed so real

The bus crawls along so slow
   And I long for a full meal

Mental hospital in this town
   Next to the prison district

Crazies come aboard by the pound
   Followed by jouvenile convicts

Finally an announcement, light, and then the cold night...

Chapel Hill, NC, 2002