I love service stations. The transience and transient. At 3am they're a melting pot for curious characters.

3am

Every 3am guest at a service station
has a curious story behind them.
There are no normals then.
You linger amongst the lost, the loopy, the lovers
the junk food addicts and late returning revellers.
The early morning adventurers obsessed with system.
The hustlers and the hustled.
The band and the band-aids.
The salesman avoiding the game.
No-one has a place to go but here
A place to hide from the places they fear

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