Your MG and Me (for Alan on his birthday)

Happy Birthday, Baby

Friday the thirteenth
It didn’t take you long to jump out of bed in your birthday suit
Throw on jeans covered in soot,
oily hands on steering wheel,
peel out to feel out the wrecking yard -
instead of me.
Hey! I got you a card!
Wait!
for your birthday song
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday. . .
to you and your Nineteen seventy two M G B G T
Too late -
He's gone.

LDN
(your other Baby)