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
Love ya!
Jane
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