wearing a shiny white helmet,
weathered rubber boots
cheap for two bucks
at the Second Hand shop,
lunch showing mustard on the shirt
and belly bulge captured by
size 48 straining his leather belt.
A practiced hand monitors
in slow motion,
swaggers in his stance --
flashes a Stop sign; proud of his job
shuffled through two interviews,
waited a long time for the opportunity
sure glad for the cash.
Highway construction is a
hubbub of dusty trucks, noisy Cats
and impatient tourists.