Nightshift

After the rake & shovel,
after the sun & dirt, he pulls on
his botas, clasps his Durango

belt buckle. If's Saturday
night& the pearls of his red
collared shirt are snapped

& ready for the San Louis-
restaurant turned discotheque
by evening. Two shots

of whiskey get things going,
twenty-five cent bottles
of Old Style buzz the rest

of the night. After the chairs
& tables are pushed against
the wall, the Mexican sextet