Take signs for town centre
two parallel lanes off the ring road
up the ramp for car park -
bollards, newly resurfaced - drive slowly.
Window down, ticket spat out
at last a space, tight squeeze.
Mental note - green A3
joined the celestial starburst throng
sought out visual plan
on store locator to find the shop
low blood sugar kicking in
Costa like an open wound.
Million kilowatt shops staring back
found mine - paid and left.
In spite of seeking advice on direction
of car park irredeemably lost
entering reverse thrust mode.
Debenhams recalled as in a dream
but wrong lift not going up but down
the car park up up
came down mingled with the throng
a good half mile traipsed.
Out into fresh air briefly
light banter with youths smoking
back in again new directions
blinded by light
found A3, no sign of car
in the exit area pressed helpbox
"stay where you are" a voice spoke
"someone will come to you."
Mohammed arrived with tall woolly hat
seek and I will find. Comforting thought.
wrong car park, it was the A3 GREEN
"wait there I will fetch golf buggy,
you sit in we find car!"
Across a link bridge disturbingly familiar
an area of massive ducting
sedately trundling - found the car.
"If you want, leave feedback" he said
his name in pencil on the card.
"Would it help your prospects?" I asked.
Sometimes you just have to put yourself out.