Road Crew
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Mississippi in August was dusty hot
we took our lunch beneath an oak
the prisoners and I
they managed good cheer, laughing
joking about what they would do
when they got out
if ever a man needed a beer, they did
black skin in black and white stripes
working in the swelter
so on that final summer day of work
I bought the beer, one apiece
like it was just a movie
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