i walk out of my apartment
down a hall singed by fire
descend stairs
and enter the outdoors
i walk a cross a field
that is for sale and
probably zoned for condos
pass a store where
I buy cigarettes
and the like, dip down
a side street say hello
to a local hooker
turn south into an alley, cross a main road, walk behind the Sally Ann, hit Canada place and cross jasper. i look at the high rises, the trees, the colors on the river and like a miracle the doors open at my mere presence.
A floating stair carries me down and i walk past a wall of TVs
past security watching people who should be watching them
catch another floating stair, cut through hall A over the loading dock
barge into the shipper receiver office and say,
"Brother I am forming a union."
Gabe is short, black and under paid. He smiles and yells/speaks
"Now you're talking."
I explain we'll collect union dues and get ourselves rich.
He punches my fist while all the while looking disbelieving
I go underground and change into my white uniform
and start thinking about cleaning the kitchen
two thousand feet of stainless steel
before I know it
my yellow bucket is full of pink water
and the pot washer is roaring.
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