Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Free Air

Low tire, need Air.
Free Air.
This is the second station I've been to
and the damn thing doesn't work.
Go inside, inquire.
Bald Beard comes out to fix it.
Nice guy.
Second Guy has pulled up already
That precious Free Air.
We trio chat while Bald guy works on the hose.
Ice chips, or something, he says.
Try to be kind, since I'm not buying anything
I've been here before, wonder if he remembers me.
If not, he will next time.
The Free Air Bastard.
If this was my job, I'd be pissed.
But this is different.
This is his freaking job.
Fix job done, I fill up
then wait until he's inside
before I quickly drive away.

28 comments:

  1. i like this post, really well worded and good flow to it

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  2. I liked this post because of how unique it was. It wasn't trying to be something generic.

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  3. Excellent poem./
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  4. cool poem bro- coffee tiem....

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  5. i enjoyed the language here, thanks for sharing

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  6. grate read.. it's a nice poem..
    grate blog.. following :)

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  7. Poem on random things like this is much more entertaining and relatable to the everyday man
    How to Hack Life.

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  8. You stole that man's air! Give it back now!

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  9. Great poem..i must produce something in the sense of shakespeare to pass my literature coursework

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  10. excellent.. i can relate. i've had free air issues.. 3 cars behind. pump head mysteriously fused to nozzle on my bicycle.. people abandoned hope and moved on..

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  11. Haha I like it, those free air things never work properly.

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  12. Good writing! (but i would have given the "free air bastard" some tip :P)

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  13. Free air :D You don't see that much around my area anymore. People will literally charge you for air.

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  14. good post. thanks.

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  15. i enjoyed reading this, keep em' coming bro.

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