The heavens opened, the torrents flowed
The commuters grumbled, traffic slowed
No bus in Boitsfort's farthest reaches
I'd scream but there's no time for speeches.
Of course If I had listened well
I might have registered this hell
But the radio offers background noise
And the news just buzzes and annoys.
However, now I do recall
The dreaded "grève" word in the hall
As I got my keys and tram card out
My mind elsewhere, I have no doubt.
Last night a driver was attacked
And sick of taking all the flak
From a passenger whose fuse was short
Because he too was tired and fraught,
Decided he would take a stand;
So a wild cat strike was planned
The bus depot at Delta closed
And today the chaos clearly shows.
I wouldn't mind, but all this rain
Makes walking to the tram a pain
The missing buses should be here
Their absence makes the point quite clear.
Of course I made my destination
Wet right through, without elation
It made me realise we depend
On keeping drivers as our friend!
(written in 2006 but now the bus route has been shortened!)
(c) Poet in the woods 2014