CLOSED

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