a man in suit and tie
still grips the wheel
of his Citroen DS
the entire roof is missing
the roof of the man
is missing too
blue and red lights everywhere
and many people dancing
the poor man just sitting there
in the cold and wet
you want to help somehow
but what could you do?
my father keeps on driving
the dark closes back in
the tinny radio
plays tinny late night songs
as we cross the border
through torrents of rain
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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