Gasoline Hands

Pull in to the station.

Pull back to get a handle on things.

The keys are in the pocket.
The door must be closed
Because it was open.
Time ran out.

Gasoline all over the hands.
The keys are nowhere to be found.
Is anyone watching?

Count me in,
Or count me out.

Whatever the case, count me,
Because I don't know the number.

11-27-13