Bus Station Information Office - by Peter Street

 
I’m lost in a bus station
the middle of everywhere,
lost between numbers and places
known or unknown,
 
lost between all the left
and right turns. Then
I see the woman at an
Information Desk
 
with time tables leaning against
the back wall.  It’s my turn
she hands me and my dyspraxia
a  map.
 
I tell her I can’t read it
 
that I am bad with directions
“Can you please just tell me
the bus number?” She thinks
I’m winding her up
 
And shouts “next please!”