The rain lashed tar of Monday morning rush A Midlands sky of cloudy faces set In silent fury at this urban crush Of octane dreams propelled and fuelled with debt Dacia Duster, works traffic only Concrete, concrete, concrete, exit ahead Lane closes in four hundred yards. Lonely A cone lies knocked over, crucified, dead Oldbury Viaduct, M5, repairs Queuing likely, expect delays. Fiat JC07 GOD... we sat Unmoving like that for hours, hours Staring at the railings hung with flowers.