In pitch blackness
the light from that little
West Texas backwater
looked pretty brilliant.
The bus stopped at a 7-11 where
30 rustic white teens were
"hanging out"
with their cowboy hats, snuff
and cars.
What kind of town does
it take
for the 7-11
to be the popular spot?
I slid down low in my seat
to avoid being seen
through the
window.
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