Tuesday, 5th November 2019

The swords of rivets on concrete
Fighting each other
Sausage rolls at lunchtime from the bakery
Woolworths and WH Smith

The scraping soap
Orange and grainy
Answering the phone:
‘Roger Wiggins Motor Repairs’

The strange old toilets
With a single chain
And China basin

The smell of the garage
The oil and petrol
Car grease
The noise of the car lift

The roundness of the ball bearings
Rolling them into the grating and getting lost
The way the tin doors closed, and got locked

The empty building next door with records below
The bars you could see between
In the alleyway
In summertime
All the buildings went long ago, but I still them all empty

Brewery lane, Sevenoaks