Filling Station
Walker Evans photos matched with the contemporary poems of the poet Cynthia Rylant — Something Permanent.
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Filling Station
Everybody wanted that job
and when Ferrell Brown's son
got it,
when Mr. Brown's son got to pump gas
and flirt with the pretty girls all day long,
they all said it was a crock,
that that boy never worked a day
in his life, never had to,
with his rich daddy,
so how come he got a job that
plenty of decent boys with real
need wanted.
Then word got around about
the boy's mother
and how she walked through that
house stark naked and
trying to hang dinner plates on the
clotheline,
and people shut up about the
Brown boy.
Real need is a personal thing,
they said.
And his mother's a loon.
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