Sitting in the car
As a passenger these days is a treat.
We drove towards the city
As the heavy stream of cars steered in the other direction.
Without my glasses
All I saw were blotches of light, red and warm yellow, zipping past.
I said little,
This was beginning to feel like a duty.
Elvis Costello was bloody amazing, and
It all seemed worthwhile when he did Alison.
I sat silent in the car,
Concentration bombarded by too many little thoughts.