It's nae Burns but it'll dae
The Bus Stop
It's been a drawn-oot, drainin' evening and my vision's considerably blurred. I've infused my skin with spirits and my words are faint and slurred, so I'll sit here in this bus stop until my equilibrium returns and then I'll try tae head homeward while my mind and stomach churn.
Outside Glasgow Central Station because I've missed my last train and the world looks very different when you're hawf cut in the rain. Drunk folk stumble past me, looking at me like I'm the same but they're off to a nightclub and I just want to go hame.
No more buses, nae mare trains, so I'll have to work oot somethin' without using my steamin' brain. I would get a taxi but I'm no paying that fare, I might be drunk but I've no got money goin' spare. I cannae just sit here until I'm feeling right because at this rate I'll be here all bloody night.
The rain still hasnae let up, it's pissin' fae the heavens and still I'm sittin' here with my brain at sixes 'n' sevens. There're people in my bus stop now trying to get out of the rain and that has kinda pissed me off why can't they find their ain?
They're smokin' and they're laughin' and one ae them has chips, the guy is talkin' utter shit and the lassie skirt barely covers her hips. It's time for me to move along I cannae feel ma toes and these two keep getting closer I don't want to see that show.
I find my feet and wobble there, as my brain tries to reboot, I'm sure that I can make it home if I keep movin', foot in front of foot. The pavement won't behave itself, it's playin' tricks on my feet, I've got as far as the next bus stop and I think I need a seat.
Alcohol consumption and a lack of cardio, seem to be my downfall, my legs just wulny go. Another bloody bus stop, only this time am soaked through, I just want to get back hame but I'm too pissed to move. So I guess I'll have to stay here, in the bus stop for the night, I only hope my heeds no' thumpin' when I see the morning light.
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