Bus Route C(2)

it was the same old movie
playing in the window
& the same old word-game
playing in my head

shops promised
unisex takeaways hair
hair-hair!
the young gene()ration
food
& money works

ah,
but all work & no play makes money a dull--
yeah, makes money

the graffiti read:
                            look over yonder . . ."
"stop smiling in the mirror

stilled thoughts ran deep
as I caught sight of my reflection