3.00 at Newbury
by Carol Ann Duffy
3.00 at Newbury
If you’re asking her was he the type
when the sweatshop stopped
to duck and dive
to the betting-shop
and write with the stub of a pen
a significant name,
Je t’aime,
then lay a month’s worth of graft
in a wad
on the nod
from a bod in the know
on a horse,
lose, spend the night on the sauce,
she’d say Of course. Of course.CAROL ANN DUFFY
