Midnight, pitch black and raining
He washes his car.
Swimming upstream against the impossible:
Tainted raindrops creating an unfinishable task
Blind to its full grasp on his life.
He loves that car. Busted old thing -
Barely road worthy
But he fights to keep it clean
Through darkness.
Midnight car washes have become more frequent.
Filling the void. Filing for divorce.
Tainted raindrops smear his life,
His wife publicly smeared in a community obsessive over the local news.
Local rumour flies.
That rusty old thing
Why is he out there cleaning again?
Cleaning in the dark -
How can he see the dirt?
Inside she looks on, looks on to the coward.
She can see the dirt
The former great, the former lover.
That fucking car.
The muted mesh of metal
That held her former lover
and his former lover.
Out there his avoidance is her disdain.
Midnight, pitch black and raining
He washes his car.