Food for Thought-Smoking at the Pump


The man at the gas station,
Was smoking a short cigar,
All while pumping the petrol,
Into my little blue car,
Not the way,
To begin my day,
With a man named Pat,
While the ferry traffic sits,
Until we’re blown to bits,
Pieces strewn about the mortar,
While filling up in Swan Quarter.

-Richard Bryant