walter the gas station poet

i was standing next to ruby outside the EZ Stop, a rundown gas station located at the end of Newly Invented Road, which is like a block away from my house. i was fueling up ruby roo, because she was breathing fumes and i had to meet la familia (someday i will check with sister #4’s jose about all my fake spanish). i stood there shivering, watching the dollars click away into ruby’s tank, and wondered if the pillow imprints would fade from my cheeks before breakfast.

that’s when i saw walter. walter’s a 50something man who works at the EZ Stop, he told me once that he was a poet. i haven’t read any of his work, yet.

“hey girlfriend,” he shouts at me even though he is only about 10 feet away. “long time no see.”
“hi.” i smiled at him and removed my left hand from my warm armpit to wave.
“we still cool?” he asked.
“sure,” i said. i couldn’t even begin to imagine why me and the gas station poet would ever be uncool, but i played along because it was sunday morning and the dollars were still slowly clicking by and he didn’t seem to be alarmed by the stick-uppiness of my bedhead.
“HAPPY HALLOWEEN!” he shouted.
“thanks.”
“i’m on my way to church. god bless you!”
“well thank you,” i said.” i need all the blessings i can get.”
“you going to church?”
“nope.”
“well god bless you anyway.” he said and then started to cross the parking lot away from me. he stopped, and turned back as i put the pump back. “do you play guitar?”
“nope, haven’t ever played,” i said.
“oh, well HAPPY HALLOWEEN and GOD BLESS!” he said as he turned back around and walked away to church.

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  1. Damon 31.Oct.04 at 10:57 pm

    Least Walter has reconciled the idea of Halloween and his attending church having very little to do with each other. I’ve heard multiple stories in the past week about a few people wanting to reschedule Halloween to Saturday in order to avoid it being celebrated on “God’s Day”.