It’s a start, I guess. Some times you gotta do the bad to get the good.
Calm air and a fleet of black Audi’s
blacked out windows for the vampires inside.
Suit and tie, shoes spit shined
on a cold black night
Onward to the show,
motorway giving way
to the glamorous inside.
Blood pumping, heart stopping
showbiz back seats,
in which sit the hematophagus
Black and demure;
once you’ve seen one car with blacked out windows,
you’ve surely seen them all.
A symbol of a power, or perhaps of class
10 of them outside my window
at the petrol station pass
while I sit and make up stories
about their purpose