Hut 29 by Neil Fulwood

was our nickname for the lean-to
squeezed into the bit of square-footage
not monopolised by the lorry,
but it was less the doss-house

of the National Service sitcom
than the grease-monkey version
of a gentleman’s club – we’d withdraw
not for brandy and cigars but tea from a flask

and whatever was packed in our snap bag.
The décor: two seats from a scrapped
Datsun Cherry, an upturned crate
by way of a table, a sink the colour

of hypoid oil, and one tap – cold –
that took bolshy pride in its job description.

neil fulwood

Neil Fulwood lives, works and subsidizes pubs in Nottingham. His debut collection, No Avoiding It, is published by Shoestring Press. He hasn’t stopped going on about it yet.

 

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