perfect the art of rolling
their eyes never leaving the road.
I never mastered this skill
because I couldn’t find anywhere
to put the book I would be invariably reading.
But the other day I was over-taken
by a business man in a boat of a Volvo
doing a hundred and twenty.
I don’t think he nicked himself once
while he looked in the rear-view mirror
concentrating on some last minute shaving.
I’m not sure where this is all heading
but I’ll write down the next line
just as soon as the fool behind
leaves off with his tail-gating.