lonely shined down
from two lights
above a rusted
gas station sign
onto a cracked
pavement
forming two irregular
circles
a short distance
from two cars
at the buildings side
waiting like
two expectant fathers
for a berth
on hydraulic lifts
locked for the night
behind garage doors
until morning
when all the doors
open, releasing
the sound of
tools working
and cash exchanging
at a stained counter
next to a
gumball machine
begging for a
penny