Bad Oscar

I have somehow made a friend
in the clerk at my new local 7-11.

It's close,
so that's why I go there.

Oscar is his name
and he is always there,
no matter what time I go.

He sells me wine,
we drink some in the back,
hook line and sinker.

Then I am just a sinking dog
in traffic until tomorrow.

I will see Oscar again,
and ask for cigs or rigs.