
Early morning, car packed
with coats, and boots, and maps
“Any word?”
CB turned down to hear the morning news
No word.
Laughs, and songs, and cigarettes
And roads, and friends, and craic
Tape, and crowds, and whistles
And the cars.
King Fisher Blue
No word.
Break it down, pack it up
and enroute, FAST, in convoy
to some hotel, late
And there, we got the word.

For David