I didn’t want today to go by without a post so here’s a poem I wrote years ago.? I remember penning the first draft of this in my American Lit II text book while waiting to have tires installed.

Service Station Lounge Reflections

The slim girl silently shifted from one foot to the other

Sipping the icee she had begged her mother for until

They were both almost to the point of tears.

Now that she had her way, she stood and observed

The man with the handlebar mustache,

Secretly hoping that he would twist it with

The hand that he was not using to adjust his crotch.

A young couple came in loudly,

Distracting the girls attention from the man.

They were so in love.

The girl dreamed of the man that she would one day love.

She hoped he would have a mustache.