Car Hand Wash

I drove Oranjeboom
through mystery mists
and "The Avengers" vintage fog
to the car hand wash
on Hofmeister Road.

I put my hand through
the driver's side window
and yelped in great pain
(I should really have
wound it down first).

A young Polish guy called Pawel,
standing by with his bucket and flannel,
brushed away the many mini
shards of glass, lifted my mitt
to his lips and kissed it;
mesmerised by its
metacarpal magnificence.

To cut a long story less long,
we're getting married next autumn.

B.R. 21/02/2017


Studio City Hand Car Wash, Ventura Blvd., Studio City, CA.

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