songs and a familiar ride home

i took a long bus ride today

Before i started driving, i used to take the #31 bus service to the beach and back.
It's a nice and familiar route.

The same stale airconditioning in the upper deck,
the dirty pink plastic seats and
the little cramped space i had to nestle my knee against the seat in front.

yet the familiarity of it all was comforting and it just felt safe.
the engine purred on

I knew it would bring me back home

Just like familiar songs

I could just lean forward, bury my forehead unto my arms and close my eyes.
The ride would take a while.