Buried Shoes

 Buried shoes


on my feet, all afternoon and night

tending bar and waiting tables 

happy hour until closing

silly Irish storytellers sing shanties

 

tending bar and waiting tables

racecar owners tip heartily

silly Irish storytellers sing shanties

managers provide support outside of work

 

racecar owners tip heartily

dog greets me with wagging tale

mangers provide support outside of work

showering away the grease smell

 

dog greets me with wagging tale

my feet tired, sore, and odiferous

work shoes buried as if something has died

on my feet, all afternoon and night

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