I worked the late shift at a gas station. This was back in the blurry years between 96 and 99. There was a nightly AA meeting around the corner.
I worked the late shift at a gas station. This was back in the blurry years between 96 and 99. There was a nightly AA meeting around the corner. I went once or twice but it wasn’t for me. I worked the late shift at the Amoco and tried to keep busy instead. Every night after the meeting let out, an old-timer would come in, glance at the empty coffee pot next to the beer cooler and ask if I planned to make any coffee that night. He had anxious eyes and wore an old satin windbreaker and always looked like he was cold.
Making coffee was one of my few duties as a gas station clerk but I didn’t drink coffee yet so I didn’t appreciate its import or know how to make it. Besides, I was too busy chainsmoking Kools and staring out the window and writing terrible poetry. Really bad stuff that I actually set fire to a few years later. So nobody who came to the Amoco had any coffee and if they did, it was from some cold pot set out earlier in the afternoon. A few customers offered to make it themselves but I didn’t know where the materials were kept. I was a bastard back then and sometimes I wish I could find that sad guy in the windbreaker, apologize, and make him an amazing pot of fancy coffee.
Gas – Nach 1912
Beautiful orchestral music for feeling emotional in a windy gas station parking lot.