Call Housekeeping

Custodians Creed

Lord Spare Us!

arrives day in, day out

a steady dribble swollen to raging torrent

to drips and drabs

round and round

so on and so on and so on and so on

thronging the rope line

craning to glimpse

the turnstiles and restrooms

swanning about the gift shop

palming gold plated tchotchkes

humming along

to hushed harp piped in

to lubricate sales

the sour bite

of a stolen glance

at a wristwatch

pursed lips

echo of tapping feet in the terminal

little details I notice in passing

Me, content in coveralls

guiding this utility cart

weaving in and out

of milling petitions  

anxious to make their connections

while I waltz a mop

through the concourse bathrooms

striving to make a difference

in My own small omnipotent way.