One Rainy Night (Poetry)

It’s a long walk home after leaving work
through an empty town and it’s cold and dark
and the cars pass by in a steady stream
as she plods along in a lonely dream.

Then it starts to rain with a mile to go
when she hears the sound of an engine slow
and a voice calls out would she like a ride
so she takes a chance and a seat inside.

A familiar face with a line in chat
but he makes her laugh, so she gives him that
and one thing leads to a dozen more
’til a hunger burns and the need is sore.

He lives close by — just a block away
and if she has doubts, then she doesn’t say
while his old mum lies in a half-drugged doze
they have quick sex — keep the volume low.

There’s an awkward lull ’til he turns and snores
then out like a thief through the side French doors
she creeps, one thought seeping chill as the rain —
she’s a one-night thrill. He won’t stop for her again.