. garage .

i do not wait for the alarm,

just the red bar on my gauge.


it is a quiet village, a name

i can’t pronounce. so i stopped

for fuel.


how nice, an attendant, probably

owner/mechanic came, took my

keys and did it all for me.


whilst chatting about the day, how

the nights draw in, and i felt cosy.


a softer voice than some, his clothes

hard working.


i asked for twenty quid’s worth

to see me home, and a chomp

at 25p.


i shall stop there next time.








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