Broken hearted

Here I am, all broken hearted
My only bus has long departed
Leaving me here and late for work
I should report that stupid jerk!
But I do nothing and continue to wait
For the next bus I have grown to hate
Shredding leaves as I sit here
If I liked the taste, I'd be drinking beer
But I dont
So bus after bus keeps passing me by
Minutes keep ticking, I let out a big sigh
Till finally 104 shows up at my sight
If its that same jerk, I'm ready to fight!
But its not
So here I am all broken hearted
As you can see with this poem I started
Late again, it's another day
To come early for work, I need a better way
But thats for another time...
I ran out of rhyme