Monday, December 1, 2008

Downsizing in 1929

At 18, I escaped from Cutler Hill
got a job on a barge
travelling down the Mississippi River to Memphis.

A fellow shipmate and I
had never been to a big city before.
We saw vaudeville,
ate pie and coffee for a dime.

We returned to work on the barge
where the officer said,
"Your services are no longer required."

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