Laboring in Omaha
Chilin’ at a closed
Blue Line Café
Music gets louder
As the closer guy
Closes
He’s tired
Must have been here
For hours
Made me the wrong drink
On the house
Hot out
Too hot to go home
To a top floor apartment
With workers
Sanding and painting
Outside the windows
At lunch our friend
Served us cheerfully
Standing on her feet all day
With a two month old baby
Cared for by her mother
All the construction workers
Right out in the hot sun
Fixing the roads
Trying to beat the harsh winter
Always waiting in the curtains
To tear up more road
For next summer’s workers
All these working
By the sweat of their brow
Some making more
Then others
All working for bosses
Who are making more
Then they are
I imagine to the hum
Of the window sander
© 2013 Julie Clark
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