The squirty old style fuel pumps lie dead
as I hook the car up to the charging point
and brace in case the plug recoils.
I’m pleased we’re powered by wind and solar now
shale gas lies untouched and coal’s defunct.
A half-hour charge beside the jet-wash gun
with pushy forecourt ads, someone changing oil,
Pepsi packs to win on smart phone apps.
A slot lights up to take my banker’s card,
digits on the touch screen flash my kilowatts
and hours I’ve bought till the battery decks.
The slot slides out my card and shows it cares;
emoji smiles that sign off with a kiss, x.
