Pinche Pemex Station
Pinche Pemex Station Beneath the rusted awning Of a sweltering Pemex station Where the stench of spilled diesel Mingles with exhaust... and sanitation Little relief from the heat 250 miles and no water to spare No place to retreat But a Pemex station so foul of air A mixed blessing it was When it was just over the horizon Not so much now... because They have no gas for the Datsun No refrigeration for the Topo Chico Whose cases sit full in the sun No toilet paper in the banos But that hasn't stopped anyone Cacahuates Y churros Are sold in the lot By Damas on burros Whose nostrils blow hot... Air so vile and fumes so strong Tempers are flaring, nerves set to fray Being told "it wont be long... Maybe tomorrow, maybe today" Stranded with roaches and rodents Scorpions and snakes Struggling with your Spanish While a roadkill carcass bakes Then a wall of dust Rushing with sound The color of rust Billowing and brown Gets dirt in your nos