I look out the window at
the people speeding by, I
feel no shame right now;
Unafraid of who might see me, a
blur in this row of faces.
Faces of folks who are
irresponsible or broke or
both.
I feel no shame right now because
all of my friends are still
sleep, still
drunk, still
drinking.
And the people in their cars this early morning
in their dresses, their
collared shirts and their
cross pendants hanging from chains
hanging proudly around their necks, 
they smile as they pass by. 
They might judge me for other things, but
not for riding the bus.