There’s a blue flower truck
in the car park outside the hospital.
I can’t see why it’s there
because I’m lying in bed.
They’re calling his number plate over the P.A.;
He has parked illegally.

I can imagine …
He’s carrying his flowers
to a woman with a baby just born,
a smile curving on her face.
I wonder if he cares
that they’re towing his truck away.
Could he get it the next day?

Somebody called Hugh Adamson
has parked his truck in a red zone.
He has flowers for an old woman,
her husband passed, her kids don’t care
she’s very sad, her room feels very sad,
his flowers are there and she stares and says
‘It’s very sad, yeah, yeah it’s very sad.’

Maybe he’s only parked there
because he wants a coffee.
Maybe there wasn’t anywhere else.
Someone’s parked a flower truck
outside my hospital room.
I don’t know who he is. I’m waiting
for my door to open. I like flowers.