The waiting room. There was another waiting room upstairs where you could watch the street. The checked pattern on the floor looks enormous, as though the hands of lesser gods will pierce the roof and use people as chess pieces. Or, given the nature of the business, hubcabs as checker pieces.
This station closed down in the early 60s, I believe; Greyhound built a new operation a few blocks away, and it was modern in an early / mid 60s style. It had its virtues, but it was dull, and the general sadness that pervades bus stations seeped into the terazzo floors and brickwork.