Step BUS Night,
February 1993, London
Luke Rivet Poetry
The city buzzes with noise and lights
The image is small you'll see that disappear
The night is already living in houses off
I'm BUS radio complains of boredom
The movements of the passage are usual and tired the way is his life
A traffic light stop us
Tour page
A man crosses the street
The radio yells something
Who knows how many times it is brought to walk the BUS
A tree rubs.
A window is drawn from time to time
The city looks us the windows are the photos
I go down
The sound turns off
The radio goes away
With him all dresses rain
London m'accarezza
It 's time to try to sleep
