Hey look! A house on a parking lot;
That’s right – it’s sitting in a very odd spot.
In the corner of a beat up asphalt space;
all alone, looking just a bit out of place.
It’s not far from a warehouse — where stuff is kept;
and truckers show off how they are adept
at backing trucks up to exactly the spot
in front of a door to unload what they’ve got.
There’s a grey office building that’s not far away
and office-type people pull up every day,
and park office-type cars in neat little rows
and walk into the building in office-type clothes.
I wonder who actually was able to see
that this spot – without so much as one tree -
could ever possibly be suitable for
a house with exactly nothing next door;
No grass and no bushes no flowers in pots,
No place to dig up a few garden plots.
There’s a telephone pole – so there’s probably power.
Can there be plumbing for a sink and a shower?
Can there be drains and a garbage disposal?
Was it built with a special zoning proposal?
There’s a van out front in a parking lot stall;
but I’ve never seen anyone around it at all.
The van never moves from its one parking space
it doesn’t get driven away from the place.
What’s going on is a mystery to me,
though it’s none of my business I’d like to see
who the man or the woman really is
that lives in a place as unusual as this;
Each day I look to see whether or not
I can see whose home’s on a big parking lot.
