fuel stop (filling station)

it was sitting on the state line
just a gas station with a grubby diner
overalls that could stand alone
the greeting of "aa won bee lonng"
I smothed my hair c'ause the hood was down
 
cheaked my look in the rear view mirr
his hands were manacured with oil
the thousand engines gears entrails
"hoodwy mam" said the missing teeth
and the ponytail so clogged with gease
 
my sun glasses I fold and put away
tosesterone can so betray
fuel needle on the red matched my blush
I pulled the hood and he cracked a smile
the sun glints on the filling dial
 
you going far his eyes questioned dark
Ford Mustangs like this "da don cum ceep"
and I was bored with the lonley road
and my skirt rode a little up my thigh
and  slipped my rings into my purse  
 
his musles toned the winshield clean
the burn it was real I tried not to believe
what to tip, just mother nature gile
the service charge the pump on the boarder line
come back again, return anytime