Sitting in the asthmatic aircon

Of an ersatz Edgelands American diner.

Picking at a reheated ,limp, 

much-microwaved and

Scrambled breakfast 

(with real powdered egg). 

This retro, roadside, trashy truckstop

With plastic road sign, Harley Davidson décor.

It’s even too hot for hot

And the aircon wheezes and dies.

We leave our limp breakfast for the flies

And hit the road of nowhere to go,

Looking for a cheap motel

For some intimate aircon confidential

In a day of cold beers

Sex and cheap cigarettes.