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.