When I wait for her to do a spot of shopping I wait in it.
When she’s getting ready to go out, I wait in it too, the sun
like a lamp., with my stash of magazines:
New Yorkers, National Geographics and that lady in the glove box,
It is my loo, my library, my study,
My five-seated reading room,
My Chapman’s Homer.
My car really takes me places.