i drive my car on a lonely highway
and i am sleepy and i decided to
stop on a gasoline station with a shop,
sip coffee while car is gasolined,
and have some cookies and take
a smoke somewhere and take my
pee and cools my tongue a bit
with menthol candy, and then i go
back to this lonely highway again.
the shop is what i call poetic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem