Open Poetry #36 |
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Gas station |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
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Walking into any gas station in Florida On your day off Always smells like you are going On a road trip The musty odor of a new place The damp air surrounding your body As if the morning just began People dazed with plans of work ahead Silently yell for sleep as they pay Their tabs Grumpy, the attendant mutters in tongues Under his breath Thinking he was supposed to be In another place by now at this age His cigarette half snuffed out, In the cut up tin can, struggles to say alive While I search for snack Finding nothing I walk, sucking up the sensation Guess I am going to go home now |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Superb Dave |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
enjoyed this |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
You have a talent for bringing words to life. Great write. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
yes agreeing with everyone . . . I wanted more of this story. This was a glimpse. Very nice. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I love your cinematographical approach. Lovely poem. - Owl |
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