up and walking morning early gravel eyed intelligence booting
i reach the pavement there’s a girlchild walkman dumb step aside nerves
bins displayed mine’s not turn back to promenade trash
she looks at me her arm pointing across to someone else’s car
I say “that’s not mine” she says “wot?” I say “that’s not my car” she says “I didn’t say it was”
and the bus stops
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