I pulled up to Sheetz to grab a quick bite.
I turned into the closet parking space.
As I looked to my left and then my right,
I saw beside me and made a strange face.
There on my left an old Buick was parked,
and on its bumper was a dealer plate.
Perhaps they had on a test drive embarked,
and needed a bite as the day grew late.
Then in the driver's seat I saw a man,
with a hat on his face, taking a nap.
A bike sat in the back of this sedan,
buckled in the seat with the seatbelt strap.
I cannot begin to think to describe
the backstory behind this man inside.
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