Foreign Driver

 

Yesterday I drove eight steady hours on M5.
I should add this to my curriculum vitae
in case
we face a shortage of lorry drivers.

Poetry does not pay and
I don’t like sitting in buses:
not good with people,
and
prefer drinking at the steering wheel.

The police caught me twice
reading on the motorway.

First time they stopped me,
I apologised for driving
too slowly. The second time,
I read them a whole poem.
They apologised for the intrusion
and
asked me
out.

 

 

Maria Stadnicka


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