…the yellow-brown dog, exhausted from chasing possums, cats and birds, rests among the trailers, dawn gray,
an hour until the old lady comes out of her trailer and puts out two bowls, dog food and water ….
…the oil workers walk from their trailers, spit into the dusty ground, leaving wet blotches, and then light their Winstons ….
…three down from Beaumont, buddies; two down from Corpus, brothers; one down from Amarillo, wife and two kids in the trailer, sleeping ….
…the guy from Amarillo says, “Let’s go. My turn to drive.”
…all go to the crew cab, smoking, spitting, coughing ….
…the dog raises its head, drops it; the old lady is still inside ….
…gravel flies, and the pick-up cuts away from the dirt and onto blacktop ….
Rent, we’re paying rent,
And then one day there is no rent to pay;
We’ve moved on ….
