getting on the last car
of the last train of the day
he should but takes no responsibility
for anything after that
rolling past the vacant lots
empty crane runways
a corrugated steel world
whose destiny was hand written
on phony ledgers
by bamboozling
get-rich-quick schemers
but it's not
the straw man
to blamehe just wants to get home
incognito
eat a quiet dinner
with his wife and one point seven
children
and then ruminate with a bottle of whiskey
over the life he never had
--- e b bortz
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