the day may come when Andrew's lady drives himů
meanwhile mine buys the car and lets me drive - while she is busy on the iPhone
(glad not to be driving in the US)
On 07/03/2012, at 10:49 PM, Patrick McManus wrote:
> Manhattan poor Max how awful far away from Melbourne -hope you survive
> P concerned
> Anyway why doesn't she drive you?? humff
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Max Richards
> Sent: 07 March 2012 11:41
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> Subject: Re: snap: change yr tune
> ring of truth, every so quietly. I'd drop the 'I' maybe.
> Max in Manhattan momentarily
> On 07/03/2012, at 7:25 PM, Andrew Burke wrote:
>> I got in the car,
>> backed out of the garage,
>> drove up the drive.
>> The player was pumping out
>> Miles Davis *On The Corner.*
>> Picked up my wife
>> at the front door.
>> She started in to tell me
>> how to drive,
>> where to turn,
>> *slow down!, don't play*
>> *that music so loud!*
>> I ejected Miles
>> and played *Spanish Guitar.*
>> She said,* Who's that?*
>> I said, *John Williams*.
>> She said, *Segovia is better.*
>> I hit a speed hump.
>> She said*, Slow down.*
>> I said, *Don't repeat yourself,*
>> and drove into the carpark
>> to park in an easy bay.
>> She said, *There's shade*
>> *over there. Why didn't you*
>> *park in the shade over there?
>> I said, *So you wouldn't have to*
>> *walk so far, dear.* She huffed,
>> then said *Thank you*
>> ever so quietly.
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