Miss Billings leaned
against the doorframe
looking at Mr Fredericks
pushing a broom
on the forecourt
of the petrol station
look at the old ****
pushing broom
she said
it’s his way of getting you
to do the job kid
you looked out
the glass front
as Mr Fredericks limped
pushing broom
I didn’t see him
go out there
you said
he probably sneaked out
she said
does it all the time
it makes him feel good
to see you go
creeping out there
she pushed her glasses
up the bridge of her nose
and put her hands
on her hips and did
that Monroe thing
she did quite often
you went out
to the forecourt
and said to Mr Fredericks
I can do that
I can push the broom
he handed you the broom
and limped inside
without a word
you swept along
the edge of the forecourt
Miss Billings moved
outside a bit
and said
told you kid
that’s the way he is
bet he don’t do that
when he beds his wife
or maybe he does
who knows
and she walked off
her backside like
a poor man’s Monroe
swaying side to side
and you watched her go
standing holding
the broom
the red cardigan
the white overalls
the black stockings
and then she had gone
into the back office
through the swing door
time to get on
with sweeping
you thought
but her swaying backside
lingered in your mind
her poor man’s Monroe
right down
to her blonde hair
and the way she stood
you’d be her
Clark Gable
(in miniature)
if you could.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Miss Billings leaned
against the doorframe
looking at Mr Fredericks
pushing a broom
on the forecourt
of the petrol station
look at the old ****
pushing broom
she said
it’s his way of getting you
to do the job kid
you looked out
the glass front
as Mr Fredericks limped
pushing broom
I didn’t see him
go out there
you said
he probably sneaked out
she said
does it all the time
it makes him feel good
to see you go
creeping out there
she pushed her glasses
up the bridge of her nose
and put her hands
on her hips and did
that Monroe thing
she did quite often
you went out
to the forecourt
and said to Mr Fredericks
I can do that
I can push the broom
he handed you the broom
and limped inside
without a word
you swept along
the edge of the forecourt
Miss Billings moved
outside a bit
and said
told you kid
that’s the way he is
bet he don’t do that
when he beds his wife
or maybe he does
who knows
and she walked off
her backside like
a poor man’s Monroe
swaying side to side
and you watched her go
standing holding
the broom
the red cardigan
the white overalls
the black stockings
and then she had gone
into the back office
through the swing door
time to get on
with sweeping
you thought
but her swaying backside
lingered in your mind
her poor man’s Monroe
right down
to her blonde hair
and the way she stood
you’d be her
Clark Gable
(in miniature)
if you could.
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