A grey dawn breaks over the dirty city. The night's litter flecking the paving,
fluttering in a chill morning breeze.
Sleepy eyes fixed ahead. A passing burglar alarm slaps the passengers
into an uncomfortable wakefulness.
They shift in their seats.
The only cheerful thing to be seen
is the little dog out on his morning walk.
Graffiti accompanies the bus on its morning route.
With a resigned sigh another passenger gets up and fights the crowd to the exit,
loathe to leave the comfort his seat.
It's a new day. A beautiful day, in a grim city'esque sort of way.