Pick Up Poem by Adrian Cox

Pick Up

In the car park
the man sits in his car,
engine running, heater on.
He listens to radio,
engrossed in chat
while keeping warm.

It's late,
clouds dark night sky
reveals twinkling stars,
hundreds of them
and the odd flashing plane light.

Wind blows trees
in great rushes.
Leaves rain down,
spin in the air to gusts.

A spotlight suspended
on the wall
switches on to windy movements
then switches off
to time delay
in quick succession.

But now
outpourings of staff
enter the carpark
to a level of chatter.

Sounds of car doors,
engines revving
and the glare of head lights
ensue an exodus of staff.

The man in his car
is revealed to an interior light
that comes on
as the girlfriend
places herself
and her baggage
inside the car
ready for home.
He switches off the radio,
they take to the road.