To see & written on the sides of trucks
I think of old families businesses and
Fathers working with Sons
and the back doors opening
and someone screaming
“Open the door, goddammit Mabel!”
Because the fresh donuts are here
It’s dawn and it is Flatbush and for
the love of Mike. they’re ready to be
put on the shelves by this guy,
this Dad, and a boy, this son
daylight’s here and time’s a wastin’
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