Bus Stop Stand Off

We all want the same thing.

We all stand there,
With wide demanding eyes,
Demanding the same thing.

Nothing less will do,
For the impatient collective at the bus stop.
Nothing less will satisfy,
When you have those who detest any shift in the schedule.

Over checking of phones.
Impatient tapping of feet.
Hands on hips.
Forever scanning their surrounds,
Determined to target the incoming vehicle.

We wait and we wait,
Yet never fully satisfied,
Even when the desired vehicle finally arrives.