Monday, January 17, 2011

Sleepers of the Just

Nurses on the night shift
Smile already hours dead
Fry cooks scraping grills
They’ll dirty again next day
Bakers arriving before dawn
To fire, measure, sift, roll and bake
Teachers grading faltering essays
Fingers and eyes equally red
Cops driving around the quiet city
Praying for action or inaction
Taxi drivers waiting for fares
Smoking cigarettes, reading sports

Just bone weary
Just dumbly honest
Just plain tired
Sleepers of the just

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