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Atlantic Gas Station
by Ed Matlack → (All Poetry by Ed Matlack)
Monday, August 26, 2019    Rated "G" by the Author.
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Such a fun job this was...


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But two blocks from the Atlantic ocean,

So many tourists passed wearing lotion,

We pumped gas for the owner,

To us he was a pony bottle Rolling Rock loaner…

 

So many summers we pumped his gas,

He had a great sense of humor; we never gave him any sass,

We could use him for a reference; he had a lot of class,

Eventually he sold out & a restaurant was built,

Hopefully he wasn’t filled with any guilt…

 

We parked our cars on the side,

We never did anything he could not abide,

I enjoyed pumping gas so much I moved up to Hess,

Totally in a different town, that guy gave us pot; he was certainly a mess…

© -ed- 8/26/19


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 Reviews of "Atlantic Gas Station"
Reviewed on August 31, 2019
So great when working for someone you respect! You are a good soul, Ed! Grass is a "gas"!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Katharine Sparrow
Reviewed on August 30, 2019
Your poem made me think of my first job, as I think it will for many of your readers. The rhyming adds humor to the piece. Love your photo too! Those were the days!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on August 30, 2019
Michael used all their superlatives and puns, so I will just say, "A job well done." After self-serve, I don't recall ever giving anything to the thousands voluntarily pumped my gas. Certainly didn't have any spare pot in my pocket. The best part was being so close to your beloved ocean.

My cousin bought a gas station in the Pine Barrens. It probably was a bust because he pulled up stakes and left his wife and child, cold there, while he ran home to his mama far from the sea. I never got a chance to catch up with him and find out why he did it.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer
Reviewed on August 27, 2019
Dare I say It? Your poem was a real gas, a blast from the past. Now it's all self serve, and we have to pump our own gas.


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