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
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 4:35 AM UTC
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
Revised May 2012
