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Eighteen minutes on the sea-bus’ countdown to departure clock
Empty bus loop at the Quay
The 239 pulls in and its engine breaks the quiet
A busker with an audience of one puts together a song
The guitar strings sing and fill the underground
Fifteen minutes left until the sea-bus sails
Handfuls of commuters on the ramp
The guitarist sings mumbled and forlorn
Another bus swings by on its way
I walk away as the busker finds his song
His voice follows me
Nine minutes left.

9 minutes left