Breakdown

Why is it when you've got the time
you don't have the inclination?
Here in an empty car park
in my broken down car
I could write about loneliness,
abandonment,
frustration,
or the fact that the R.A.C.
won't answer my call as they're
mending some other sods car!

I could write about
gridlock,
pollution,
the quality of the air,
but instead I drum fingers
on hot dashboard
and sigh very loud.

So how about percussion
and rhythms by way of Africa,
or the pacing of the attendant
note book in hand,
recording transgressors
making him late for his tea?

The poem would have been
heated,
angry,
annoyed,
maybe the best of its kind,
except for the lack of a pencil,
the broken down car
and the state of the owner's mind

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