At the Wool Texaco ...

I filled up with unleaded at the Wool Texaco - 

A bitter wind chilled my face and hands - 

There were no other cars on the forecourt - 

I remembered early mornings, scraping ice from windscreens - 

I'd drive to work, honing metaphors for a meeting - 

I'd listen to the Today Programme - 

My journey would take me past familiar landmarks - McDonalds - The Civic Centre - The King's Shilling -

I'd call in at a garage on the bypass for an Independent - 

Keith would take my small coins with a cheery smile - 

He'd see my pale apparatchik's face through the window - 

How are you my friend he'd ask - 

9.12

Thursday 26 January 2017

Wool

Dorset