My late father owned a small garage
Which had two gas pumps
On its dusty forecourt
One was green and red
The other was red and green
These pumps were in place
From 1962 to 1975
When they were removed
During modernisation
These redundant pumps
Were then dumped into a cornfield
Behind my fathers garage
Where they rusted for many years
When I was young I used to read
All kinds of travel books
Whilst sitting on these pumps
I also read poetry from Ibiza
And planned to visit the island
Where I now live with Karin
My German wife of ten years
In 1998 the garage was swept away
When the road that it served was widened
The cornfield of my childhood dreams
Is now covered by a fast food drive through
I still think of it with Karin in my arms
In the hour before we start our day
And wonder what became of the gas pumps
Red Green Green Red Red Green