Friday, September 20, 2024

A Road Crew Singing "Red, Red Wine" - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

A Road Crew Singing “Red, Red Wine”

 

A road crew of only two riding with the fill

In the bed of a county pickup truck

Patching potholes in the late summer heat

Singing “Red, Red Wine” over and over

 

“Red, Red, Wine”

 

One takes off his sweat-soaked striped shirt

A voice from the cab tells him to put it back on

They stop and take shovels and out they leap

To shovel with the shovels fill into holes

 

“Red, Red Wine”

 

They sing those three words over and over

The only words of that song they know

 

“Red, Red Wine.”

 

On a road cratered with holes and emptied dreams

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