Poem 639 – At the Service Station

Transient people on the
move exchanging places.
Babies over parents’
shoulders, bleary faces.
Food you’d never normally
buy, inflated prices.
Nicknack stalls and wonky
stacks of bright suitcases.
Warning by the loos
attendants of both sexes.
Children bribed with chocolate,
caffeine shots ingested.

Stopped at the M4 services on the way to Bristol today.
(27.07.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Gerardo Bonifacio on Unsplash

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