At the south end of the driveway near work
is a stark little building, a car wash.
Cement block with brick facing, it's a bit down at heel,
just like the surrounding neighborhood,
but it's earning it's keep; there frequently are two
or three cars being washed as I pass by in the morning,
with that same amount later when I leave.
This bay was empty when I walked through,
the morning light making a yellow wedge
that attempted to brighten the dingy walls.