Delivery

The smog at the depot choked us 

under a red moon 

And when the sun rose it turned the clouds 

to orange and purple hues 

I delivered groceries before the sky turned blue 

I entered the hills and holler 

The infant crops lime green 

the grass goldenrod 

And the fog scattered the light of the morning sun 

From small shack to townhome tall 

I delivered groceries door to door 

before they woke in the early morn 

But not a soul in sight on any porch

No one to hand these groceries to 

Everyone sleeping soundly 

Or at their jobs before noon 

And crept this loneliness I felt 

And I wondered if the people in these houses 

felt it too 

How all the groceries I deliver 

Makes another man richer 

And keeps me from meeting all of you 

One day our time will come 

When we finally get to meet

We’ll chase the bosses from the table

Where the fruits of your labor they swallow

Where they have their meals and feasts

Is ours in common, forever to keep

Yes by day your groceries will be at your door

Then by night, under our night sky, we’ll meet