The Buss is gone.

For Lennie Buss

Love and lovers end in heart break.
Endless longing pressing against you
Like a great ape pounding luggage against his bars.
The end is the same, the exterior survives
But the contents are broken.
Like a man standing on the corner.
Waiting for the last Buss of the Night.
Watching the minutes tick by on his sons watch.
As the suns warmth is cooled by the dark
The Buss is gone.
The minutes tick.
The man waits.