Big tall grey apartment block
Hangs over a city of nothing much,
Little old lady lives in a box,
cleans… all… day.
She cleans fat men’s underwear,
She irons the shirt he never wears,
She cleans just about everywhere,
Then she cleans the next house along.
Gets home around 11 o’clock,
And there in her apartment block,
To the 10th floor pitstop
She rattles up in the lift,
Hobbles over to sit,
On a stool with other lit-
-tle old ladies.
They all form a cue,
By the window, askew,
Waiting for the two
Golden minutes of opportu-
-nity, to lean out the
And drag on a midnight fag.
Blog owner, singing/strumming person, word speaker, community arts make-happen-er, eco-baby.