As I step out into the street
To stop traffic for the loaded
Truck to back into the
Narrow gates by the
Intersection,
I think about you.

As the suit in the BMW gives
Me the finger and I respond with
A raised index- and little finger
Heavy Metal sign and a grin,
I think about you.

As I signal the driver to back up
Further and further until he's in
Just the right spot to unload,
Take off my wet gloves
And blow into my hands,
Sensing the scent of
Innerwoman, I think about
You.

As the Hiab truck crane unfolds
From itself and rises, rises,
Extending towards
The low, heavy clouds above
The city morning, I think about
Thinking
About you
Naked.