Leicester Forest East

Ten-thirty in a filthy room

M1 rumbling on its endless way to nowhere

Forty-five quid blown on some kind of dream

She sleeps

I lie on the “family” bed

Snot-encrusted wall by my head

Haunt of nose-picking lonely men

This is it then

The night of our escape

Unfinished snacks on the table

Surprise summer heat and sweat

No sound but the lost roar of tyres on asphalt

She sleeps

I try to ignore the snot and pour another drink