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
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
i asked for twenty quid’s worth
to see me home, and a chomp
i shall stop there next time.