Lunchbox Blues

These are words
about finding no peace
in things with names
like concrete
hot beneath your feet
or the large muscled man
jack-hammering
through some old road

he thinks he might know
in a pause of jittering still

Sun dripping down
his freshly poured skin
and glinting smile
like frosting
he can almost taste
the coconut pound cake
his father always
baked for his birthday

way back home