There was always time
For one for the road
Eternally at
Our eleventh hour
A last gasp bid before
Barman's bell
Crescendos.
Clinking glass in
Dimmed light.
The road stretches far through a Talisker tint
Golden blur sponging,
The dream growing vague,
Until we forgot
And stayed
For one more one for the road
Electric whir of comfort synthesis.
Struggling to find feet on
The way out of town.
At last
Lying face down
Beaten, broken
On some eventual street
Surrenders
And the road
No longer needing
Remembers
That we were always ones for the road.
