Rush

Selling pain and pleasure
hoarding all that treasure
for a while, then risk it
all to savour fate's sweet biscuit
living on the telephone
heart and soul turned into stone
rushing up and down the highway
each and every goddamn day

Old as the hills
not paying the bills
for these expensive thrills
and their uncertainty that kills

lone wolves at sunset
looking for rooms to let
in the safe-and-sound machine
in the high-and-dry canteen


april 1985