In Milwaukee's Industrial Valley
there was always
one guy
who'd live
aloneor with his sister
he'd be at least
as old
as the bossesbut his jokes were never
as quick &certainly
not as sharp& there was always
a card game
at lunchamong the bosses &
their palswho often included
sons of
city councilmenthe one guy
would ask to playbut they'd
say noor simply
ignore himMAYBE
if he begged enough
& one of them
had called in sickthey'd deal him
a handthen chide him
until he'd punchback in early
& leave
the break roomhe'd always
be at hiswork station
after we'd eatbut before
we'd go out thereI'd wonder
where he wasas I'd digest my
ham sandwich
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