Man in the hard hat.
Shark tooth around his neck.
Tosses bricks like their crumpled up pieces of paper.
His truck feels more of Georgia than of New York.
This heat doesn’t seem to be changing his mood.
In fact, I think he must drive around the country looking for heat like this.
A man like this wouldn’t survive in the cold.
Does he have a song running through his head?
Or any sort of thing to think about as he tosses bricks three and four at a time?
Does he read books or watch baseball?
Is his house even made of bricks?
These things and his name I won’t ever know.
I can tell
by the way he watches the women walk by
he is an ass man.