Ashes Poetry

sometimes the satnav doesn’t seem to work
the car ahead indicates right and turns left
each supermarket trolley has a wonkey wheel
mobile phones go out of signal
and the rain stair-rods in escalators
everywhich way except up

bar staff mishear or you misorder
turning another turns too
drinks collide, profuse apologies
and curses under breath
soggy burgers fall apart
too hurried to wait
umpires gloom at the wicket
under a warm welcome sun
you think sod it

when play does start
the ball comes out of the hand
of the best quicks throughout the land
like a dud burger to be binned
to all parts of the universe

return home to discover the video
didn’t record highlights of your day
and you appreciate for these bowlers
the sat-nav sometimes plays up too