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POEM: auto dealership soundscape

auto dealership soundscape

                  clang

he bangs the metal pole in the showroom
            with the school ring on his right hand

                  thwack

the storage room door is next
            a wooden slap like water against a boat

                  clack-clack

his shined shoes clomp out an uneven rhythm
            on the square tiles of the lobby floor

                  sigh

but no one is coming in today
            and there’s nothing to do but wait

6 November 2013
Oak Street

Published in My poems Oak Street Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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