Yellow Triangle

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.