No Service

Discarded cotton t-shirt shrunken and stained on the side of a street pot-holed and veined pants sagging low with no shoes on his feet headphones blaring to the latest hip-hop beat Heading down to the corner looking for a score the old 76 filling station with the boarded up doors how times have changed in a mere forty years youthful exuberance gone now nobody cares Flash back we go to the days of my youth hard work the requisite as was the truth running on empty our roll was real slow clean-cut attendant with bow-tie for show Service with a smile, thank you and please gone is simplicity and enjoying the breeze