i hear workers cursing…
telling jokes…
who bought which round last night…

and they piss on dead rose bushes…
pouring coffee on grass…
staining the earth…

cigarettes shared…
more bravado…
something ’bout screwing a gym teacher…

jack-hammers rivet…
helmets worn…
Go Cubs…

they toil…
in winds of cold…
where’s my blanket…

I hear workers cursing…