Diesel (workshopped)

(Sorry for reposting, but this is probably my first workshopped poem. If not ever, at least in 30 years, I like where it ended up)

Italy to Lovejoy
breathe in;
fuel of work

rounding the corner
William to Bailey,
the sweet heavy cloud
of hauling

motors rumble like grampa
South Buffalo to Lackawanna
before the steel-mill
heart-attack took him

moving product to market
Nakuru, Nairobi to Mombasa
carrying me and once exotic fruit
to port and home

wheel spins center
Iron Island to East Aurora,

© 2012-2014 Brian Brown-Cashdollar

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