Resting Charabanc
Resting Charabanc
Here's another pub spreading over an A road junction
Coach parties are welcome, bladders are emptied and filled again
And while the driver waits with his Woodbines and daily papers
He drifts again to the plans to acquire his own modest mansion
Summer Saturday dust settles on vacated moquette
As the engine ticks and cigarette smoke hangs in the yellowed roof
The driver turns to the columns of properties to buy, rent or stay
Mentally adding and subtracting his savings docket
Tarmac tired eyes scan and land on the names of towns on the Eastern level
He wants a promenade shelter in place of a bus stop
Where he can belch the bit of light ale with a dinnertime sandwich
The rumble of the road replaced by the movement of water on pebble

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