LORRY DRIVER

lorry drivers eyes
are narrow trenches from road sun
like
a
good bouncer
or
a
noir PI

he dont deliver here anymore
but
he
still
comes in cos his dads in a ward throwing up black blood and shit

he comes in rolling like a beer barrel
dirty
and
torn
to tells me hes parked out of everyones way outside
and wont be long
and JUST WANTS ANSWERS cos his dads had a heart attack too
and
his
build-up shakes never came 
and his water was left out of reach all night

his fighters eyes long-haul stare glisten wet
because
HES MY FUCKING DAD, YOU KNOW, AND WE JUST WANT HIM HOME