The motorcycle held a few hours of deliveries
A sleeping sun in the side car
Up into the hill side tenements
A few revs from stalling
A small mini mall
with cheap knick knacks
Local food that would test your stomach
And the kind of shopkeeper that would guilt trip you in
He stopped behind the stalls and offloaded some boxes
The owner licked then thumbed some bills
Gave him a little extra for something off the books
And for the little one who had just woken up
As if the motion of the vehicle kept him sleeping
Man checked rolling his own thumbs threw
mouth extended a centimeter
Brow lightened
He rubbed his son's forehead
Got back on the bike and sped off to the next job
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