This poem begins with the Narrator describing a little, dirty, oil soaked filling station.
The business is run by a father in his "oil-soaked monkey suit" and his equally filthy sons.
The Narrator then questions if this family also resides here in this filling station? There is a cement porch, Wicker sofa and even a dirty dog comfortably asleep on the sofa. The Narrator goes on to describe in detail that certain loving touches have been added to this filthy place of business. There are comic books on a doily and a big begonia. Who put these items there? Who waters the begonia?
The poem ends in a bold statement "Somebody loves us all." The Narrator is stating that even these men, dirty, hardworking, perhaps of a lower class than the Narrator have someone that loves them and takes care of them.
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