Bus to nowhere a la tunes

He sat on the bus and he decided to share the agonising beats from his boom box radio;

We had no choice , so sat we did and helplessly so as our eardrums suffered this woe from the tinny giant;

The tunes didn't make one feel all snugly like a teddy bear, instead silently your arms covered your ears, reaching to scratch your own eyes out; anything was better than this pain;

He sat with his companion, oblivious to our plight, his head bobbing to the beat, while our neurons exploded in agony;

I caught the eye of one passenger who was trying but failing miserably in the din to catch up on her snooze, her bleary eyes popping open even as she tried to keep them closed;

Finally the automated voice cried 'Station Vendome' and the disc jokey arose; was it possible we would be left bereft of his wonderful company and hifalutin tunes? Was it too much to hope;

With heart in a vise , crippled from hope, he sauntered to the back door; the music seemed even louder if possibly so; the bus screeched to halt; hurriedly as if it knew the silent suffering we endured;

Lazily he pushed open the door; tubes blaring; one step out, we all breathed a little bit easier as he and his companion left us in a hazy daze.