CHELSEA TRACTOR AFFAIR ( North Fife 2013)
She was pale and petite
but out of a dark behemoth.
I wondered about symbiosis
‘Can you put air in my tyres?’
‘I don’t work here.’ I said.
‘Oh I thought you were a mechanic,’ she said.
I said nothing though I was still in the game.
‘Are you sure you’re not a mechanic?’ she said.
‘He’s behind you.’ I said,
and thought on Animal Farm,
and pigs and lipstick.
‘I’m just a guy in a beanie hat,’ I added.
‘People have called me many things
but never a mechanic.
I have a jalopy waiting though.’