poem of the day 04.09.09

america’s time

7:00 a.m.
thursday
the beginning
of five days off
from hell
construction
vehicles moaning
dogs barking
two smokers
hacking out
their souls
by my
bedroom window
as a top-forty song
plays
at top volume
out of an
idling hybrid
car
the neighbor’s
morning talk shows
through the wall
drowning out
mozart
these “people”
they never
let you forget
no matter what
they never
forget to let
you know
that you’re still
living
on
america’s time.