A Cacophony of the Organic and Inorganic

The emergency window rattles ominously as the bus pulls up to the next stop after my own. Two women of Asian descent board there, both nearing retirement age. The older one speaks sharply into her cell phone by way of one to two word responses. As the coach continues its onward push both of these sounds beat at the air in inharmonious clamor within the bus interior. Then, in intermittent and random fluctuation a fashion plate male in a lavender Oxford shirt, premium charcoal gray slacks and a set of stylish specks perched on his nose declines telephone calls over and over. He would rather drink from his tumbler, watch the goings on out the front window and read the news from the very same ringing iPhone.
Next, the man sitting adjacent to the rattling window opens and slams it, hoping to stifle its horrendous song. The bang wakens all in close proximity, however the prospective audience returns to their regularly schedule bus-activities. The window rattle as it turns out will not be silenced thusly eliciting a shake of the man's exasperated head.
Meanwhile, the fashion plate male cannot stand it anymore, to which he straps on a pair of earbuds to his alternating ringing cell, scrolls through a list of music, pushes play and then taps his foot to another song from another world. The album art reveals a woman's face shaded in blue, a conservative tight-lipped smile on her face while her hair is tied back tight in a bun. To me it looks "easy-listening." Somehow I cannot imagine the fashion plate male listening to anything different. The "why" of this feeling remains a mystery, so instead I turn my head toward the window to watch the houses whiz by.
The sun suddenly bleeds through the driver's side windows basking all its riders in the early morning yellow light. Most close their eyes to it then are lulled to a snooze by the hum of the tires on the highway and the distinctive sequences of bumps and groans. Soon after, all open their eyes from the driver's announcement of the first bus downtown. Furthermore, a loud beep is distinguished followed by a radio-embodied voice of a male smoker warning all transit drivers of a car accident in the HOV lane on I-5. Soon after the eyes of the passengers close again, unconcerned with these "trivial matters" such as collisions, traffic, declarations and the like...