Saturday, 21 January 2012

Hardly moving roadside breakdown blues

Hardly moving roadside breakdown blues

(A homage to Bob Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues)

We got on at 28
Morning head not so great
Mist on the windscreen
Listening to Springsteen
Passing by some caravans
Early coffee on my plans
Service station twenty miles
Egg and bacons' sunny smiles
Watch out son
Cop with a speed gun
Blue lights flashing n'all
Speeding there's irrational
Gonna be so late
A ticket and drive class date
What began as sleepy time
Has turned into a speeding fine

Feeling now quite irate
Missed the service station gate
Cruising in the middle track
Lorries tail miles back
Driver in a Scammel rig
Towering over, looking big
Wouldn't let me switch lane
Driving past my turning in
Watch out son
Now you've had your fun
You could have killed us there
Giving you an evil stare
Pulling well ahead of you
Fifteen miles to 32
Driving through to Welcome Break
For some french fries and a steak

Negotiating roundabout
Exit three now heading out
Now back on motorway
Passing lorry, bales of hay
A tanker full of heavy fuel
A bus of children off to school
Honk the horn, give a shout
Naked bottoms poking out
Watch out son
Teach'll tell ya mum
You'll get such a smack
If the bad news gets back
Waving back at lady teacher
Pretty lady, like to meet ya
Maybe at the next stop
Continue where the wave left off

Fuel gauge back up again
Wipers arcing, heavy rain
Ease right back, try not to hurry
Shower of spray from that big lorry
Eddie Stobart, large and green
Wipers thrash to clear the screen
Looking for the exit sign
Coming up, Junction 9
Watch out son
Yup. I managed that one
Turning off and slowing down
Nearly at St Albans town
Journey's end, time to rest
Bunking down, Welcome Guest.

~Martin Green/Twothirdsrasta~©


  1. Just a bit of fun from the rastaman...

  2. Had great fun following that in 'Dylan' style.

    Perfect Martin. Well done.