By Scott Bailey © 2017
A distant star blooms
Shining in the ancient night
Showers of starlight

A distant star blooms
Shining in the ancient night
Showers of starlight
Hot metal smell
And petrol
Shining chrome
And deep green metallic
The Triumph roars
Spit and polish
Iron and wash
Put out the bins
Face awash
Head off to work
Stuck in a jam
Ground to a halt
In the program
Morally sound
Ethically cool
Questioning news
Nobody’s fool
But
Still
The Dragon
Stirs
He was natty
Never tatty
Always wore a smile
Never tattered
Never shattered
Going the extra mile
So concise
And precise
Clearly had a plan
In control
On a roll
Simply, the Man
When he stopped
Bubble popped
And that was that
He took aim
Such a shame
Ended with a splat