A Rough Ride in Vietnam

The bus to Saigon
was three hours late
for the jolting
seven hour ride
over potholed roads
constantly tooting
meandering motorcycles
passing vestiges of jungle
thatched and rusty shacks
while a large TV
blared a comedy routine
as we squeezed past trucks
and helmeted riders
with pretty girls
as pillion passengers
until we finally arrived
gliding like somnambulists
through endless city streets.