HEY MISTER, YO MISTER
Robert E. Jordan
Wise and good boon business buddies,
drinking in a bar near the old viaduct,
talked about their engineering project,
taking shape in a nearby place.
Far from home they joked about the local job,
tried to put away thoughts of what they left behind.
Home, where the lawn needed cut,
the TV needed watching and everyone
needed to watch their weight and take their pills.
Leaving the bar past the worn wooden door,
they passed out into the hot humid night.
Young ragged kids across the street cried out,
“HEY MISTER, YO MISTER,
DON’T YOU WANNA TAKE ME HOME.”
