30
Cobham

U cummin in my Bentley baby?!
Cold January sun shone on royal blue
and so much unanswerable chrome —
accents, long lines, muscular curvature,
all swept back along itself,
ahead of itself:
the shape of things
that haven't happened to you yet.........

JT drove his Bentley like a bulldog,
born within gunshot of too much money,
swaggered in and wagged a motor
from JCT600 with the specific intention
of chasing every down every scent in the city
and standing over it
and saying big-fackin-woof
and saying every1 cums in my Bentley!