HOWLIN’:

 

Thornbush & wood dance in the dark as we pack bags, primed for 

the ride to town. Abandoned cars hum to themselves in carparks, 

patiently waiting to be reclaimed beside the steely twins.

The house creeks hot water pipe rhythms, footsteps in the rooms 

above the kitchen. All lights on, mimicking summer’s cheer to start

a day on the goodfoot – listening to Howlin’ Wolf.

 

(K)