Famous Dave has a fun new transit-themed poem over at Read Everything:

I wait for a bus on the corner by your college
so I can get back to the other side of London.
A truck that is speeding along the wide street
honks and it's honking at me, telling me
that on Sundays the bus doesn't use this stop.

So I walk to the real bus stop and later
I tell you about almost missing the bus
and about the truck that saved me. There is a
language without words, I type. There is,
you reply, and its often more affective.