SORRY SORRY SORRY SO:
Grumpy headed geezer at my wheel, running black top to the station.
Did you wave a cheery “Hello!”, did I scowl, hunched into the
windscreen, squinting through shade-less forgetfulness.My apology
text re-writes prefect the art of owning up, but I’m growing tired
of this geezer in my head with his hands on my wheel.