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watching the driver in hercules sweat

Posted to Action Poetry




when i used to work on the loading dock
the delivery truck would back up squeaking
rattling shaking spitting lubed air
everyone would stand in the parking lot
watching the driver in hercules sweat
muscle the rig back far into place
no one dared challenge his brute strength
foul manners & miserable grinding grimace
one day a lady got out of the cab, purse on her shoulder
walked out toward the sidewalk, ass swinging
she turned the corner beneath the railroad overpass
and headed off in the direction of the jewish deli
it was the first time i ever saw the driver smile
he asked me to join him for a cup of coffee
i did & he drank his steaming, with sugar
with gusto from a styrofoam cup



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