Empty gas station, fuel for thought,
along this long Boulevard of the automotive age.
From Packard showrooms to Auto World, car lots and sales rooms, every make and model.
Decrepit gas station, serving many no more, disservice without a smile, we've shut our door.
No more, nonetheless,
it used to be a Hess…station,
and all across the nation, highways under duress.
Pumping no gas today, Bikes are on the way,
Bikes are here to stay, empty gas station,
we may be forced to ration.
No one drives anywhere anymore.
Nobody drives you to your door.
Just get me home via scooter or Uber.
The road trip is gone,
And so is the future.
RM, 4-23-2021.
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