while I wait for the 3:58
am bus
two souls
who have made of the bus stop
a campsite
sleep unsnoringly
in the cool predawn

one looks like a ghost
after a grueling halloween gig
one looks like a shopper
with a cartful of artifacts

the bus pulls up and i get on
i get on with my steady-jobbed life
but i realize that i am camping too
on a different designated area
of campsite earth

and that we only decamp
when we die