"Dharma"

With the butt of his last one
the tired bus driver
lights a fresh cigarette,
sips some green tea
from his glass jar of old leaves
and, as if to save the best for last,
spits out the window
into Lieschimu, where I live.
It's a kind of offering
I think, to another day, lived,
to the old song inside
and to turning the dirty bus around

~Tom Crawford