stale burnt coffee
haunts the tire shop
a lingering spectre
of styrofoam cups
in the heady musk of
petroleum products
leaves me in a fit
of dissociative nostalgia

a group of older men
ready to haggle down
the disinterested clerk
knowing more about the
intricacies inset in
vehicular maintenance
yet apparently unwilling
to actually turn a wrench

i, unsurprisingly, am
utterly indifferent
a lonely survivor of
constructionsitecaltrops
on a company vehicle
means a couple hours
awaiting approval as
a fool tries to recall
which state (mindorlocale)
he is vibrating out of

stalecoffeeandflatulence
fill the waiting room
no matter where it is
it is surely all the same
so i can’t be bothered
sortingoutinconsequentialities