A poem

“The Garbageman”
(a going-to-sleep poem, composed while drifting off to the sounds of Ft. Hamilton Parkway outside our open window, inspired by the clinking of glass bottles)
by Charlie DeWitt

What’s that noise?
Garbage Man.
Going through our trash, our drinks.
The Garbage Man,
getting our drinks.
Yeah.

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