Lived in a small village

Of which we will see

A fair way from town

But someone to be

Aiming to try and understate

To understand not undermine

And to be free

To pick up a road through the town

Into work

Into office or ****** or

Library shop

Newspaper round and cinema

Ironmonger and motor

Someone's sister had a car

She parked on the hill

She was *** in her car

In short skirt tight shirt

Jacket on her back

Made of leather

Lined with fur

Ringed hands knuckled on her wheel

And her ankle’s playing with a

Buckle on the other side

Of the battered skin of a

Leather boot bearing no

Resemblance to the boot

Creaking under toes of

The other foot

Her knees are never static like

A spark is never still though always in one place

Tight up in her skirt

Sitting in the low seat

With the car's door open

A new song on the radio

And the blues in her heart




© scribler 2004