The yellow-grey concrete
and the grunt of poorly maintained cars,
is all around.
A gleaming silver Mercedes sits next to a rusty red Honda,
I watch a thin stream of light trickle through the skylight.
Trolleys clatter and car doors slam.
The green,
purple,
and orange parking bay signs faintly mutter in the quiet chaos of the super-market car park, but they've been at this too long; their peeling and faded paint reflects their outlook on a life that's been lived too long.
Various pipes and tubes fight for space,
smooshed up against air ducts and the flickering neon tubes that nowadays pass for lights.
Orange safety cones block off random sects of pavement,
appearing busy but achieving naught.
There is an empty bicycle rack and a door painted in the most hideous shade of green.
And I watch all this from the stuffy grey world of our car,
and stay
silent.
and the grunt of poorly maintained cars,
is all around.
A gleaming silver Mercedes sits next to a rusty red Honda,
I watch a thin stream of light trickle through the skylight.
Trolleys clatter and car doors slam.
The green,
purple,
and orange parking bay signs faintly mutter in the quiet chaos of the super-market car park, but they've been at this too long; their peeling and faded paint reflects their outlook on a life that's been lived too long.
Various pipes and tubes fight for space,
smooshed up against air ducts and the flickering neon tubes that nowadays pass for lights.
Orange safety cones block off random sects of pavement,
appearing busy but achieving naught.
There is an empty bicycle rack and a door painted in the most hideous shade of green.
And I watch all this from the stuffy grey world of our car,
and stay
silent.
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