Autosonnet

A regular Friday at the auto shop,
Some whirring noises and whoops,
Some customers watching TV,

Some tapping the screens on their laps,
Desert sunshine beyond the bays
Where the cars and trucks rise up

To show their undersides. The TVs
Aimed at the customers talk gas prices,
How bad they are. How bad are stocks.

How bad other people, not you, are.
The screens on the laps lean to war.
Past the dustiest picture window,

A small boy walks back and forth in sun,
Balancing on top of a low sandstone wall.