Library Woes

Agg! I've been having woes at the library! It's hard to find time to come here because people have been on the computers constantly. So I read some books, and was inspired to write poetry. Here goes nothing:

Hurriedly I sat
to wait for the bus
filth on wheels
it creaks to a stop
while a greasy mop of rags
still reeling from the inner
...
ambiance
...
drops out like a
newborn
pile of rags
and I lean to the driver
saying
"I'll wait for the next one."

What do you think? It comes straight from my own expierences. If anybody knows Albuquerque, they will agree with my assessment.