Gas station lights
Flicker,
Ants slump in a line,
Rain falls to puddles
That panic
When cars speed by.
The stench of old coffee,
Folk getting by—
The line of ants are
Drowning while
Cigarette smoke flies.
Gas station lights
Flicker,
Ants slump in a line,
Rain falls to puddles
That panic
When cars speed by.
The stench of old coffee,
Folk getting by—
The line of ants are
Drowning while
Cigarette smoke flies.