LNJ 211 P
You were blue
named by my mother a gift
passed over to me
here home Hull
Leivonen on skylark
which was somehow right
proper dancing roads
with your two horses
pulling slow slow
slow slow quick
though only downhill
northbound M1 south
of Sheffield near
where you met your demise
years later anarchist moot
a drystone wall
up top with keys lent
foolishly to a friend
Aberdeen to kitchen bong
and back on fumes past Berwick
Spurn undeclared
with Donna and my failed courage
Lowestoft via Lynn
the Red Menace took your daughters
Sale for COBOL Green
Chartreuse and cranking to fire
If a dumb machine had character
you did kept your back seat
for years more comfortable
than most
I miss you still
26th January 2016, SG2016.4, “Blues”