Hey! That Jolly Good fellow who works in a Gas Station now.

The notorious scribbler who wants to change the sky
And replace a new Sun and Moon,
Stuck in a place where he provides fuel to the mischievous vehicles
That run on the slippery road.
The schedule was in the night where he struggles from ten to six.
He counts the stars as usual and waits till a kind star
That comes down voluntarily.

I dedicate this poem to all my poet friends in gratitude.