Lawrence Hall, HSG
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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