Traveling up Troost Avenue
The bus comes to a wheezing stop
doors burst open with a flourish
THE DRIVER IS SINGING
the bus driver is singing us
up Troost Avenue this rainy morning
the wipers with their light
brush-snare beat providing
a background rhythm as the
congregation gets seated
jostling for their favorite pew
Come on gotta get on board
this bus is leaving
No time to wait
Gotta get on board
the pavement is shimmering like
a pathway to heaven
the bus rocks to and fro
the passengers sway together
like the Holy Ghost
has gotten on board this bus
Gotta be ready this bus don’t wait
Come on in, get on board
this bus is leaving, glory glory alleluia
The bus is filling up, we are all
accidently joining
this Rolling Congregation of the Metro Bus
This Magic Bus to the Promised Land
This Red Chariot of Fire
until she stops singing…
and it’s very quiet
then from the very back of the bus
comes a deep, deep voice
“Driver, we’re gonna need you to keep on singin”
Glory, glory
Get on board
This is the bus
But it don’t wait
I think I’ll skip my stop
and keep on riding to the promised land
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