all day
tire changer
swiftly
with
precision
performs
muscular ballet
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all day
tire changer
swiftly
with
precision
performs
muscular ballet
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Outdoor
Fish peddler
Must
Sell out
Each day
Or
Perishables
Rot on the tray
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Coppersmith
Pounds
Metal
All day long
Creating
Souvenirs
Sold to tourists
Keeping
Traditional
Craftsmanship
Alive
Allowing
Workers to survive
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Holding last three balloons
One by one
He releases them to fly away
Bows to the crowd
Walks out into the night
Lights up his corn pipe
Tomorrow
Different town
Life of the clown
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Little Havana
Miami
Waitress
Distributes
Cups of Cuban coffee
With assembly line precision
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Company sales meeting
First professional job out of university
Piss and vinegar salesman
Smashed 1st quarter sales quota
Top Dog
40 something year old salesman loudly called out
“ Hey kid
Throw enough shit against the wall and something will stick.”
Lesson learned: Laugh off older bitter people, who are disappointed with their life, and who try to break the spirit of someone younger.
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Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
Cool under palm tree
Young man repairs fishnet
Continues tradition
He was a flash in the pan
Never took a break
Mind turned to mush
Like a milkshake
Always full speed
Crunch
Crunch
Buzz saw
Cut down the trees
Now
Sits every day on his worn chair
Wondering
How did it all disappear?
Her hands dirty
All day
Working the fields
She is proud
Yet
Does not pretend to be superior
Brutally honest
Simplistic
Clear noncompetitive eyes
Smile super wide
No mask
Nothing to hide
Eight years
In the can
No longer same man
Paroled
Desperately
Trying to secure foothold
Mops 1000’s of square feet every night
Grinding
On decaying bones
Inside his mind
Alone
Out of everyone’s sight
The bricklayer
Hunched over
Under hot Florida sun
Working twelve hour days
Moving ton after ton
Six years ago
Came from El Salvador
Across American Mexican border
Stashes every extra quarter
Like a hoarder
Dreams of going back to wife and two kids
Yet every day
Becomes older and older
The trader
Always glued to his computer screens
Charts, data, news feeds
Today on top
Next day may bleed
Wears the best threads
Custom made Italian suits
Silk ties
Aim for luxury penthouse
That reaches towards the sky
Weekends hit casino
Roll some dice
A couple lines of blow
To maintain high
Ego becomes oversized
Contact dominatrix
Expert at making grown men cry
Deep down
Not the money
That nukes the veins
It is being in the game
Hacking sugarcane
Scorched fields farmhand feels pain
Only bossman gains
Robots take most jobs
Workers unemployed will starve
Who will control mobs?
Mail carrier
Hauls his delivery bag
Full of surprises