lunchtime

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kororoit creek road

stretched out in front of us

as we drove to find lunch

at a greasy truck-stop cafe

like something from my

childhood travel memories

simple d├ęcor

a few magazines on a shelf

and a slightly de-tuned TV

blaring away

the pre-assembled hamburger

was better than it looked, though.

passing the refinery towers

the smell drifted in

“that’s why i hate

living on this side

of town

he told me.