Gas Station

Flashing neon lights

A poisonous green.

Taunting the night.

”WE’RE OPEN” it screams.

Flaunting it’s nicotine,

cheap beer, magazines.

A beacon of loneliness

Full of dead dreams.

Pay to feel empty,

But fill up your car.

Soon you’ll come back

with what’s left in the jar.

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