Inky Thoughts Poem by Andy Brookes

thinking I'd have at least one write, maybe two but I find the well dry.
The thought springs to mind y that a Biro can make a line forty miles long, mine makes just a dot.

The car is noisy, drowns out the radio, beyond window the white lines on the road blur
the countryside becomes a green fuzz as we speed on the motorway
eating up the black road thoughts spinning with the wheels.
should I put my pen to the road, test the theory for forty miles?
a road test if you like.

I once watched a paper being printed the huge rolls of paper stretched
for miles; may be that would do?
or failing that a thousand note books filed with one continuous line in a monotonous thought or one word. Why?

slowing at the junction to turn for home, black and white cows jockey for position as they muster at a gate as if fleeing the leaden clouds which hang low, pregnant with rain like an old overcoat,tattered and as grey as my thoughts.

may beI think tomorrow I will test the Biro's longevity or maybe not.